I wasn’t here, I was on the Easter Deadly Treadly Tour.
Ah, Bacchus Marsh. Every time I ride in here, something happens. The something usually involves a pin-headed yob and his mates, driving an old bomb of a car, and either screaming abuse or trying to run someone down. Today was no different, as a bunch of my friends rode down the hill into town, the local hero threw an egg at them from a car driving the other way.
Fantastic riding through the forests earlier in the day; lamingtons and date scones from the bakery in Trentham more than made up for the blast on the horn that an old geezer delivered because he thought he couldn’t pass, then an enormous hamburger for lunch in Blackwood.
73.7km
Where?
Daylesford(-37.35,144.15) Bacchus(-37.6833333,144.45)
