Blue Mountains – Sydney to Bathurst Weekend Jaunt

This was my day to recover from the week so what am I doing up at 4 am in the morning. A fog was flowing through my head on stage 2 of your general everyday cold. I started to plan and synchronize my work based on the anticipated schedule of this cold. How efficient I have become.
Off to bikescape to pickup a bike for hire. Again the FJR 1200. A spectacular day was breaking out with perfect sunshine. Selena at bikescape helped me get setup on the bike, and coordinate travel plans and accommodation in Bathurst.
On the road again, the ride out of Sydney takes about 20 minutes of stoplight traffic during a busy morning period. Once on the M4, I can crank up the FJR and feel that smooth push of shaft driven horsepower. This Yamaha truly is a grand sport touring motorcycle and a pleasure to ride.

A quick fumble at the toll booth and I continue on the M4 into the Blue Mountains. The roads sweep up and down the small mountains through a good amount of population hugging the road in suburban and country homes. Sun is bright, trees are large, homes are cottagy and rustic, and I carry on with the cavalcade of tourists and weekend travelers.
Near Katoomba, I veer off on Hwy 5 to travel through Leura and a scenic ride along the edge of a canyon. I start with lunch in Leura at a café that promotes its “organic specialtiesâ€. There is the tourist directed quaintness in this town with tree lined shops of knick knacks, a Christmas shop and your standard candles store. I enjoy the good coffee shops.

More spectacular vistas for what I’m told is the second biggest canyon in the world just behind the Grand Canyon. Many bus tours, asian tourists, and a sprinkling of families dot the road climbing and dropping along the canyon edge.
A strong sun but a stronger wind on this Saturday hampers the riding by introducing a distinct extra addition of effort. The FJR is a heavy bike and is not easily moved by gusts and windy conditions, but this requires constant vigilance in ensuring solid control of the motorcycle.

Through the Blue Mountains and after Lithgow, the landscape breaks open and more rolling hills and sweeping plains. There is a lack of density here and I continue to be amazed by the lack of commercialization of the roadways. There is a distinct lack of billboards and signage compared to your typical North America city. It exists, but does not seem to be as pervasive or as objectionable as the road landscape in America. Maybe its simply the warm weather thats put me in a good mood.

I arrive in Bathurst around 3 pm and have time to settle in and walk into town. Its colder than I had planned and I search out and find some warmer clothing. Although this takes some time. Many stores close at 1 pm on Saturday. Good for them. I eat at the Acropolis downtown. Nice meal, then too lazy to walk I take a taxi home.
Into the cab and start chatting with the cabby. Not sure the term in Australia, but in the US, it would be called a deep southern drawl, while my experience here is listening to a rich Australian accent. At times incomprehensible to me, but I did get the part where he offered to turn the meter off and show me the sights of the town. Its Saturday early evening prior to the bar crowd even going to the bar, so he has some time. Our first stop is up Mount Panorama to travel around the race circuit. This is crazy. They have a full race course for what I understand would be close to “stock cars†in the US, but the course track is a public road with homes and businesses lined up along the edge during the non-race periods which is about 51 weeks of the year.
The track climbs steeping up the mountain, and then falls just as abruptly, maybe more, as the ascent. My cab driver is very enthused about this as we race through the track, and I detect a strong motivation on his part to play the role of car racer. We complete a lap and then travel around town to view the colleges and schools, and the jail which has a very interesting main building from an historical perspective.
After “doing the townâ€, I’m back at the Country Comfort hotel for a relaxing evening on the computer catching up on the motogp events in Lemans. My broadband access that I purchased expires. Night is over.