Tyre smoking fun...

After a cool-ish night in the tent- I was warm, Rachel froze, we headed off into the hills nearby.
There's no doubt in my mind that Mt Donna Buang is deserving of the title of "Melbourne's bogan mountain" but the ride over the hill to Healesville is a great mix of gravel and tar- the natural environment for the BMW. There were a couple of stops to try and remove clay in the mud guards from yesterday tomfoolery. It got so bad that I could smell the front tyre smoking... a trait not normally associated with the Bavarian Tractor. We stopped, pokes it with a stick, rode on only to stop again. It was right around tyhe inside of the front guard, and stuck like shit to a blanket.

We are now sitting in a cafe, listening to Don bitch about how hungry he is.
The Immortals bikie gang just rode past after what looked like a big night up in the bush. They looked slightly less than immortal, but you didn't hear that from me.