Ah, very cryptic, Maurizio!! Yes, an awesome 5-day venture through some of SE Australia's finest motorcycling country, as evidenced by the many, many motorcyclists we encountered ... and Friday the 13th sitting nicely in there somewhere. Many things come in threes, so I'll leave it to others to fill in the gaps (all I'll say is one BMW down and out and one rider heading home in a hire car with a broken tib and fib after a statioary bike topple).
My 5 days would have been fairly uneventful save for the trip home over the Bogong High Plains in the alpine area above Falls Creek. Loping along in lovely undulating open terrain once through the twisties I suddenly found myself looking at a very sharp 90 degree left hand bend over the crest of a hill ... sadly the advisory speed signs I'd been successfully relying on for the previous 2,000km of this trip were totally absent and it was 'Oh, fuk!' - full anchors and pray for enough bitumised real estate to pull up and avoid getting acquainted with the alpine scrub. Almost, but not quite - over the gravel verge and down, hoping for 2m of button grass . The boulder had other ideas and in went the front wheel, only doing about 15-20kph by this stage. Slo-mo flying W and a gentle landing, but the bike came down sideways on a large granite boulder on the left side of the tank and the primary cover. I'm almost laughing because I have zero injuries other than a sore wrist and a bruised left butt cheek.
Run back over the crest to warn my riding buddy Bryan of the nasty little surprise, we then extracted the SFQ and got it back onto the road to assess the damage. Looked ugly, but actually apart from the tank, not too bad. A small split in the lower part of the primary cover was losing drops of oil. Starting the motor immediately revealed that the cover was grinding against the clutch/chain. Meanwhile the sky is black and the weather closing in. Rain starts, phone calls to my roadside assist (no go - accident, not breakdown) and my insurer transfer here, transfer there, with 50 minutes on hold, then a 1 1/2 hr wait for the tow truck. In that time I realised I could easily remove the cover, bash it out to clear the clutch and refit with a bit of duct tape - alas, no 3mm allen key to remove the Ignitech board. Bugger!
Towie arrives with a wry smile and says he didn't need detailed location info, because he'd lost count of the number of bikes and cars he'd extracted on this very corner. He strongly advised I light a fire under the relative authorities to put up some advisory speed signs - which I'm in the process of doing. On the attached map I don't think you'll need to look too hard to see where it took place. So we're talking a 100kph speed limit on an open road with excellent visibility into an unsigned 45kph bend over a blind crest. My fault for not reading the road - fair enough. I'm not renowned for misreading roads. The irony is I ride the wheels off this bike but this misadventure happened while cruising home and taking it easy ... maybe that's the problem!!

Bike is now in a holding pen in Bright until Shannons transport it to Melbourne for assessment ... that is going to be an interesting process.
Q



