Nerriga

Bob Wozga had vague memories of a ford along the Upper Shoalhaven River that might be a good place to take his son fishing. It seemed a good reason to ride down and recce the area.

- Bob Wozga

Over time some places end up not as inviting as they used to be. There can be broken glass, litter and discarded camping chairs or the like strewn around. It made sense to check out the site before taking my son there. It was also close to my wife’s birthday, which was another very good reason to venture out in search of a unique gift from somewhere that specialised in handmade trinkets.

Who said men can’t multitask?

Oils ain’t presents

The original plan was to head out on my own for a days’ ride. But after talking to a mate I discovered he hadn’t been on his bike for a while, nor had he ever taken his bike for a long ride. He jumped at the chance to come along.

Under grey skies and light drizzle, the M5 led us to Mittagong where the temperature dropped and I wished I’d worn a sweatshirt under my jacket. We pulled into Moss Vale and seemed to step back not just in time, but to America of the 1950s. Bernie’s Diner was a great place to warm up over a hot coffee and watch the town slowly wake and fill the cafes for a morning dose of coffee, eggs and bacon. BMWs, Triumphs and Kawasakis started rolling down the main street on their Sunday rides, urging the sun to come out from behind the clouds.

In King Of The Pack Antiques we found a treasure trove of things to fill a man cave, but I didn’t think my wife would be too happy with a boxed set of original Castrol oil bottles with the genuine funnels.

Great find