Seeing is beliving

Well we are here - the home of motorsport, the land of red or blue - BATHURST!
We left Nambucca at 6:30 and for something different, it was raining. Both my helmet and glasses fogged up, and in an unknown place in the rain, seeing might be important. Things continued in this vain until we turned off the highway and went to Gladstone. This turned out to be a sunny haven surrounded by dark heavy rain clouds. With the photo taken, it was to the highway and the rain until we stopped for breakfast at Port Mcquarie.  I would have posted this then, but no wifi!
While the skys looked dark & ominous looking south, we were lucky to only really have the odd shower. A quick fuel stop for both the bike and us turned into something longer - waiting for feeling to return to the legs, especially those of she who must be obeyed.
After a LONG TIME we made it through the outskirts of Sydney.  Travelling over the Hawkesbury through the cuttings was amazing. I know you need to take the highway to see it, but this nearly makes it while!!
From here things turned for the worse. From the outskirts of Sydney to Lismore we had rain, torrential rain, fog, bitterly cold fog followed by the ultimate cold fog with heavy rain!
The gods had obviously had enough of tormenting us as from Lismore to Bathurst was fine. 
Even though it had been a very long day, I convinced Geri that because it was sunny we should do a lap of the mountain today in case tomorrow it was raining.  2 laps,  heaps of photos and the biggest grin ever we finally got off the bike for the day, ready to do it all again tomorrow.