Went for a short but spirited ride up to Ingham from Townsville, (Boring as batshit Bruce highway.) and then 80 enjoyable kms thrashing through the cane fields. We stopped at a small beach settlement for a bite to eat and a drink where we were engaged in conversation by two of the most boring men on the planet!
They told us that they had gold wings because they didn't need to go fast but needed cruise control to avoid getting tickets.
one of them, (He could bore for Australia!) was one of those people who has to talk with their mouth open and had stringy bits of spitty phlegm stretched across the corners that I was terrified were going to snap and start flying at me as he got excited! Luckily he was so dull the excitement level wasn't exceeded!
My God! It's almost a cabal!
Note pool of rapidly drying spittle in front of Greg's bike....
Needless to say the heavily policed Bruce Highway was dry but the back roads, where we still had fun, it pissed down most of the time. Good practice though.