Day Three: Benalla to Wangaratta, 57kms with total ascent of 119m
I have just one photo of Benalla, which is a great shame because it really is a very pretty town. Here it is, a slouch hat with barrel pointing down.
After an Epic ride yesterday, I planned to keep the ride short. And I had once roomed with a bloke from Wangaratta so I decided to stop there and have a look. But its still incredibly hot so the day’s main ambition was to get to a cinema. Success.
First Sherlock Holmes: A Game of Shadows, which moves the franchise from the “bromance” genre to the “steamy bromance” sub-genre. Stephen Fry steals the movie with his nude scene with Rachel McAdams. When I emerge from the cinema, its still too hot to move, so I go straight back inside to see Warhorse, which was a bit like E.T, except with a horse. And more people snot-sobbing around me in the theatre.
Wang’s a great little town. I had been expecting an undertone of bogan violence in a town populated by fat ugly people. Not that I am in any way judgemental about such things. But what I find is the opposite. Wang is a town populated by sporty and pleasant-looking people of even temperament and mild disposition. Even in KMart.
Which is where I find myself searching for a horn with which to pimp my ride. The Vulcan is uneasy about the horn, which squeaks like a very large and very loud rat. Every time I get on or off the bike now is accidently accompanied by the sounding of the horn. It never gets old.
Wangaratta also boasts a stellar ANZAC obelisk and a cast 1843 cannon. It is also home to the famed Kelly Country Classic.
It was a great ride between Benalla and Wangaratta. Started early on a good, dead flat road that runs parallel to the Hume. I stopped at Glenrowan for a ridiculously big second breakfast. Great caravan park
Day Four: Wangaratta – Corowa – Howlong – Burrumbuttock – Walla Walla. 119 km, 254 metre total ascent
As I pack up the tent for a dawn start, I realise I had way too much time on my hands in Wangratta. Which has resulted in some fearsome facial hair-tampering. It makes me feel French.
A dead straight Federation Way takes me pretty much all the way to Corowa, beautiful little river town on the Murray. I cross the Tim Fischer Bridge into New South Wales. This is what a lifetime in state and federal politics gets you.
It was an overcast and cool morning, and although it heats up in the afternoon was a beautiful day’s ride. Corowa is the highlight, with a stupidly large second breakfast on a great looking country main street (including art deco pub).
After Corowa I take the Riverina Highway (pleasant, with shoulder and not a lot of traffic) to Howlong, then the Howlong Road to Burrumbuttock and Walla Walla.
Long, straight flat roads let the mind wander. This is not a good thing, leading to sad and unfortunate video taking.
It gets worse.
Managed a pie in Howlong (and acquired a splendid bike-pimping flower) and headed to Burrumbuttock then Walla Walla.
I put on my best Cadelface, being careful not to go full retard. Never go full retard.
Free camping at Walla Walla. And for a one pub/two bowser town, it has great ANZAC memorials …
Tomorrow I write up the ride to one of my old stomping grounds, Wagga Wagga.