Want to live and work in Tassie?

by Brendon on November 29, 2015

Tasmania is not only a great place to discover on the back of a motorbike, but from what the locals say; it’s also a great place to live!

If you love Tasmania so much that you’re looking to apply for an Australian visa or you know someone who is, don’t put yourself through all the head aches of lodging it yourself. Our friends over at Emergico are expert migration agents and we highly recommend them if you’re looking for a migration agent Brisbane.

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Ride Across The USA

by Brendon on March 6, 2012

Just a quick note that I’ve just ridden across the USA on a big assed Harley with my 17 yo son.

Went with Eagle Riders on Ian from Motoadventure’s recommendation (thanks mate!).

Cheers

Brendon

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The Latest Adventures

by Brendon on February 28, 2010

Okay, it’s been a while since we’ve done anything here, so here are a few updates:

1.  I’ve been back to Tassie a couple of times and have hired pretty much everything in Ian’s great fleet.

It’s hard to pin down the best bike, but the BMW R1200R tops the list. What a bike!  Incredible.

The Suzuki Bandit is great, the other BMW’s amazing but I love the Honda Deauville – an incredibly comfortable bike to ride.

Ian’s service with his motorcycle hire business is still brilliant – the bloke couldn’t be any more helpful or friendly.

2.  I went and walked the South Coast Track with my 2 sons and brother-in-law in January 2010.

A terrific bushwalk and one we’d certainly highly recommend.  As usual, I did up a web site that has a ton more detail at South Coast Track.

This is me on the South Coast Track

This is me on the South Coast Track

There are tons of photos, information on Melaleuca flights and much more on the site.

3.   In early March most of the lads from the ride detailed here – Poss pulled out because he’s a pussy errrr busy fellow – are heading to New Zealand for a New Zealand Motorbike Tour.

I’m putting together the site now and will be adding content as soon as we can.

Edit 29/4/2011 – We toured the South Island in 2010 and then the North Island in 2011.  Had a blast.

We picked up you Jimbo who has a Gold Coast mechanics business on the latest trip.

In The Meantime…..

In the meantime check out all of the great information on this site about touring Tasmania on motorbikes.

Cheers

Brendon

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Trailer For Our Movie

by Brendon on May 28, 2009

A quick job and, without the music I’ve used for the private viewing, it loses a bit, but the views are worth a look.

Note: By “movie” I mean a short bit of video I’ll be making to show the lads so I look good and they look like the absolute idiots they are.

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The Final Day In Tasmania

by Brendon on May 20, 2009

Wow, what a brilliant holiday it’s been.

  • The weather has been great – 2 days of rain (1 day being very light) out of 11 was fine with us.
  • The roads are perfect for motorbike riding – get off the main highways and take the B and C quality roads.  They’re fine and much more interesting.
  • The food – incredible.
  • The sights – most beautiful place in Australia.
  • The people – really friendly and helpful.
  • The beer – cold, tastes like honey and plenty of it.
  • The women – magnificent! (Especially my blonde mate from the Bicheno pub!)

So we’d had a ball.  It was time to leave.

Because we’re a bunch of very clever men we decided to cut it fine and, I won’t name any names (it was me), we managed to make our flight after a desperate dash to the airport.

12 Seconds To Spare

12 seconds to spare before the flight was closed.

Heh, it’s called making the most of your time.

So off we set for home, anticipating a very warm welcome from our wives as we walked up the steps to the plane cabin.

My Main Tips

If you ride a motorbike, get yourself down to Tasmania for the best motorbiking holiday you could possibly have.

If you need to hire a bike, then hire from our new mate Ian at Moto Adventure – he’s great.  great bikes, great service, great everything.

If you remember, tell him you read this site if you do hire from him.  He likes to know how people hear of him.
(In fact if you use any of the places we mention, I’d appreciate it if you mention this web site – always good for people to know how others find them.)

If you don’t ride a motorbike then learn (I only learned 6 months ago) and then go on a motorbiking holiday to Tasmania.

It will be the most fun you’ll ever have.

Cheers

Golden Knob aka Brendon Sinclair

P.S  Okay, here’s some photos to get you keen for that Tassie holiday.

3aTop of Mt Wellington – 20 minutes easy ride after picking
up the bikes in a Hobart suburb

2aTop of Mt Wellington still – a 90 degree turn right from taking the 1st photo
What an amazing start to the holiday

1aPoss, Birdman, Riley, Golden Knob
Top of Mt Wellington

kev0901Flyboy heads into Pipers Brook Vineyard

johnny-derwent-bridge-twsBirdman explodes out of the low cloud

dave-poss-corrinaRiley & Poss living life large

edge-of-the-worldEdge of the World – Western most point of Tasmania

johnny-poss-dave-strahan-twsBirdman, Poss & Riley heading out from Macquarie Harbour

riley-birdmanRiley & Birdman head towards Derwent Bridge

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Port Arthur Ride…….Make That Dunalley

by Brendon on May 19, 2009

We hadn’t visited the penal colony of Port Arthur on our trip, so with this being our last day with the bikes (May 9, 2009) we decided to head down for the tour.

Port Arthur is a 90 minute ride from Hobart and we set out in overcast conditions – the clouds would obviously disappear because, aside from a couple of hours of drizzle on the West Coast, the weather had been perfect.

Our first hitch for the day was heading past the Hobart Airport on our way to the Causeway at Sorell.

A huge backlog of traffic at a standstill indicated an accident ahead – sure enough, a boat being towed hadn’t been secured and it flew off and hit a car.

After a 10 minute wait we were on our way.

brendon-bhYes ladies, it’s GK – Isn’t he beautiful!

Then the 2nd hitch occurred – those clouds didn’t play according to the script and the rain came.  Quite heavy it came, too.

We didn’t like that!

We made it as far as Dunalley, a small fishing village built around a man-made canal.

As we headed over the bridge the Dunalley pub called out to us: “In here lads – there’s a fire, beers and great food!”

We didn’t need to be told twice and pointed the bikes into the carpark – into the pub for a few beers and a counter meal waiting for the rain to let up.

It didn’t.

port-arthurPort Arthur ruins we didn’t get to see

We’d organised with Ian to drop the bikes back at 4.30 pm but with our new plan of not heading down to Port Arthur we hoped to ride straight from Dunalley back to Hobart and drop them off at 3 pm.

Now look, I pride myself on being a loud mouth, don’t care about your feelings, obnoxious Australian idiot.

Riley Starts having An Influence

But bloody Riley has started having a positive influence on me………and I don’t like it one little bit!

Riley is calm.  I’m not.

He’s charming.  I’m not.

He’s kind.  I’m kind of a dickhead.

Everyone loves Riley – he’s absolutely charming, stylish, can fix anything, knows everything, you can even have a lovely conversation with the guy if you want.

Riley’s 2 Fatal Flaws

But he has 2 fatal flaws.

# 1 is very obvious in the photo below – yep, that’s right: He’s bloody ugly!

# 2 is even worse than the first – you see, he’s English!

riley-pbRiley atop a BMW

Anyway, back to the story about Riley’s unwanted influence…..

Here’s what happened.

“…..Terribly Inconvenient…..”

I called Ian up to see if we could drop the bikes back early and, believe it or not, I heard myself say this:

“Hello Ian, I was wondering if it would be terribly inconvenient……….”

Yep, that’s right.  I said “…..terribly inconvenient….”

Methinks a little less time needs to be spent with Riley or I’ll start showing some manners and start being considerate – and that’s just not me!

Ian assured me it wouldn’t be “terribly inconvenient” and to come on up.  So the lads saddled up and back to Hobart we rode.

bikes-ianDropped The Bikes Off

After dropping the bikes off to Ian and having a bit of a yarn with his lovely partner Helen (and thank you Helen for saying I was the funniest one of the group.  As you said to me quietly that day, “The others don’t seem that smart……”), Ian was good enough to drop the 6 of us back at our hotel in his van.

Like I say here, fantastic service from a great bloke.

Once the lads had a shower and shave, we headed off for dinner at Annapurna, an Indian restaurant in the groovy section of North Hobart.  The food was plentiful and beautiful.

From there we headed to the Republic Bar (this used to be called the Empire Hotel when I was a kid growing up in nearby Wignall St – it got its fame from being the place ex-Test cricketer and author Max Walker grew up in).

After that it was a whirlwind of booze, bars and broads for the lads……….oh wait, that was just me!

Most of the lads, and I won’t be naming names, were tucked up in bed by 11 pm whilst a couple of the lads staggered back to The Quest in the wee hours.

And that was the Tassie Bike Tour of ’09.

But wait, we haven’t left yet and getting to the airport on time presented its own challenges!

Stay tuned for the wrap up.

Cheers

Golden Knob

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Heading From Strahan To Hobart

by Brendon on May 19, 2009

After a great meal and a nice sleep we set out from the Regatta Hotel and headed 42 km away to the old copper mining town of Queenstown at the foot of bare mountains.

Riding in was a bit of a blur as we had typical West Coast drizzle and low cloud.  There was a lot to see, but we couldn’t actually see it.

We stopped at Queenstown and had a break for breakfast of toasted sandwiches and coffees.

It was back onto our trusty steeds for the ride out of Queenstown – 99 bends out of that town into the (mostly) bare hills.

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We were headed for the hotel at Derwent Bridge, about 90 kms away through a misty rain and low cloud.

It was our worst day for weather, but it made a change from the blue skies.

We settled in for the cold, hard ride to Derwent Bridge and I managed to grab a few snaps of the guys along the way.

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birdman-riley

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The pub at Derwent Bridge was a welcome relief – even more so when we discover it was a beautiful pub with an open fire and hot coffees!

We settled in to warm up and plan the rest of the day’s movements – we were thinking Lake St Clair, visit ‘The Wall’ (a carving exhibition) and then the country town of Ouse and onto Hobart.

brendon-poss-derwent-bridge-twsGolden Knob & Poss cuddle up

dave-kev-derwent-bridge-twsThe brother-in-laws keeping it in the family

After a few hot cups of coffee we headed out into clearer skies for nearby Lake St Clair (the source of the Derwent River) – a lovely wilderness centre overlooks the lake and offers a ton of information and walks.

lake-st-clair

‘The Wall’ was next on our list to see – about 6 kms out of Lake St Clair on the highway.

This is essentially an art gallery of a sculptor who works in wood.  He’s carving a massive 100 metre long work in Huon pine using strong Tasmanian foresty and Hydro Electric history for his inspiration.

There’s a $7.50 charge to enter which I didn’t quite get.  Much of the art work is for sale and ‘The Wall’ still has plenty of work to be completed.

Seemed like a bit of posturing to me and pretty words for not much value.

Heading For Strathgordon

From ‘The Wall’ it was decided that all the lads, except Golden Knob, would head for Strathgordon – the dam site of Lake Pedder.  Golden Knob was meeting some friends for dinner back in Hobart and solemnly handed on the ‘Captain’ title to his 2IC – Flyboy.

As the lads headed for the power station town of Tarreleah, Golden Knob pulled up to get the lads together again (as a good leader does!).

BMW Brake Safety System Kicked In

It turned out that Flyboy’s BMW had stopped due to a brake fault.

We sent Poss back for him, along with Riley.  After a bit of toing and froing it was found that Flyboy’s BMW had shut down because of the brake fault (turns out, in a million to 1 chance, that a tiny rock had lodged itself between a brake component making the back brake inoperable).

BMW Road Assist were on their way, along with Ian from Moto Adventure to co-ordinate things (the instant we had this issue Ian dealt with it and immediately left Hobart to help us out).

Lads Settled Into The Ouse Pub

The lads settled in for a while for a bite to eat and a few beers at the Ouse Pub before confirming Flyboy was A OK.  Then we headed for Hobart.

The ride between the little country town of Ouse and New Norfolk was fantastic, with rolling hills of many colours.

As we headed into Hobart we decided to stay down near the docks and pulled up at the old Telegraph Hotel.

The Quest on the Waterfront

The helpful bouncer there pointed us across the road to ‘The Quest’ – a modern, clean apartment style hotel that had family rooms that slept 3 for just $150 per night.

view-brooke-st-hobartThe Aurora Australis is docked directly opposite

Before you knew it the bikes were garaged, the lads were showered and shaved and sitting in the Telegraph Hotel Bar sending Flyboy, stuck on a mountain road 200 kms away, the following text message:

“We never leave a soldier behind……..usually.   Use your SAS training to find us in Hobart!”

(Flyboy tracked us down almost immediately – he made a phone call and then followed the smell of beer.)

Golden Knob went off for dinner with friends – to ‘Flathead’ in South Hobart – whilst the rest enjoyed the beers and pub food of the Telegraph.

Starting To Wind Down

It was now Friday night and the lads were starting to wind down after an amazing journey around the state.

Tomorrow the plan was to tackle Port Arthur.

Cheers

Golden Knob

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Gordon River Cruise Strahan…& Restaurant

by Brendon on May 19, 2009

After a nice sleep at the Regatta Hotel in Strahan (it’s the hotel/motel just out of town – the only other hotel aside from the main one on the wharf I think) we woke early for the Gordon River Cruise.

Because the hotel is about 1.5 kms out of the middle of Strahan we rode the bikes down.

The thing about Strahan is it was the only town we found that was set up to get the tourist for as much as they possibly could.

I guess it’s because if you visit Strahan you’re a tourist and you don’t have a lot of options once you’re there – you’re a long, long drive away from anywhere so are essentially stuck with what’s there.

That’s why – in this tiny, tiny town – we had no choice but to park the bikes in a carpark that charged $4 for the park.

Then we headed over to the cruise boat.

We’d booked this one because it wasn’t the one owned by Federal Hotels (the same mega company that owns Wrest Point Casino, as well as the main hotel, bakery, railway, etc in Strahan) – it’s owned and run by a family that’s been doing it for years.

(One of the things we tried to do on the trip was buy from the small businessperson rather than big companies.)

The cruise was, from memory $85 and worth every cent.

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Birdman, Poss & Riley cuddle up on deck

The boat was great, the lunch (included in the price) fantastic and the crew friendly.  The river itself and the views are simply amazing.

gordon-river-wilderness

Included was a tour of the infamous Sarah Island – the Tour Guide made it sound like a holiday camp for mischievous little boys (!) – it’s an amazing part of Tasmania’s convict history and was once a one very effective and efficient ship-building yard.

riley-sarahRiley reads up on Sarah Island….on Sarah Island

You have to do this cruise if you hit Strahan.

Captain Grumpy Ass

The guy who pilots the boat was a sour bugger though and numerous passengers commented on what a grumpy ass he was.  His commentary was very thorough with tons of detail.

An interesting bit old Captain Grumpy Ass did tell us was about the Salmon and Ocean Trout farming done in Macquarie Harbour.

These fish farms in the harbour are basically just nets 20 metres deep.

The fish grow and grow and by the time they’re ready to be pulled up, they’re swimming nose to tail – basically they’re just battery fish!

salmonDidn’t stop the guys from ordering it next time they saw
Salmon on the menu

At the end of the tour we pulled out the Lonely Planet book to find ourselves a decent restaurant for the night.

Riley and I found Risby Cove Restaurant.

“One of the finest restaurants in Strahan” They Claim.

“Bullshit” I Say

Risby’s claims to be “One of the finest restaurants in Strahan”.

Bullshit!  I say.

If they think that they’re kidding themselves!

Risby’s is one of the finest restaurants in Australia, if not the world.

Don’t worry about just little old Strahan!waitress

Amazing Food

Absolutely amazing is the only way to describe the food.  Without doubt the best food I’ve ever had (I had the Striped Trumpeter).

Everything was fresh and delicious.

Here’s the full menu.

We were constantly astounded with each course – we had breads and then 3 courses, coffees and cheese, wines and beers.

The service was very friendly and cheeky, which is what you need when you’ve got 6 boisterous blokes at the table.

An Absolute Bargain

The bill was, from memory, $621 for 6 of us.  $103 each for the feast we had was an absolute bargain.

After that feast we, naturally enough, headed back to the Regatta Hotel for a nightcap or 3.

Vicki ended up sending us on our way with a roadie…..even though it was just a 40 metre walk to our rooms!

She’s got style that woman!

In the morning we headed out…….more coming soon

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Day 7 – May 6, 2009

by Brendon on May 12, 2009

We headed out from Beauty Point on Tuesday morning after the very hospitable Marion looked after us at The Riveria Hotel.

A magnificent spot on the water, huge steaks for $14 cooked out on the BBQ, great desserts, cold beer and a log fire.  Life doesn’t get much better than that!

From Beauty Point we headed to Stanley, a small fishing village that features a big ‘Nut’.

No, I’m not talking about Birdman……I’m talking about the geographical feature of Stanley.  It’s actually an old volcanic plug.

We stayed the night at the Stanley Hotel where Don, Adele and the friendly staff looked after us in great style.

stanley-hotel

The Bistro is amazing and it’s no surprise it has won Best Bistro in Australia for 2007 and 2008 (or something like that).

Take a video look at the food!

Rooms were cheap as chips and Birdman and I were delighted to have our rooms paid for by Poss and Crazy Mad Doc after we thrashed them in numerous games of 8 ball.

Suckers!

Don, who runs the bistro, also runs the 4 WD Edge of the World Tours (Ph Don on 0447 381 705 , he’s a great guy).

After dinner Don came over for a chat.

Mapped Out Our Route

He was a fantastic help in mapping out our route for the next day and suggested a trip to the Edge of the World – the most westerley point of Tasmania with a lazy 22,000 kilometres of ocean in front of you – as well as a trip to Marrawah.

He talked us through the conditions of the roads and our chances of getting through.

Don suggested we then head down to Waratah and decide if we’re going to take the unsealed road from Savage River to Corinna and then onto Zeehan and Strahan, or if we’d take the sealed highway to Roseberry and then Zeehan and Strahan.

We headed out at 7 am to the Edge of the World and Marrawah and it was wild and wooly stuff.  An amazing view and a great ride.

edge-of-the-world

It was a ride back into Smithon for breakfast and a freshen up before tackling the long ride back along the top of Tassie to Somerset and then head south for Waratah.

Off we headed down the Murchison Highway for Waratah.

A Fork In The Road, A Fly In The Ointment

Sometimes in life you come to a fork in the road.

Ours was 7 kms before Waratah.

fork-in-the-road

  • It was 2.20 pm.
  • It was raining.
  • We’d been told the ride from where we were to Corinna (69 kms away) would take 2 1/2 hours.
  • The barge at Corinna that takes you across the river close at 5 pm.
  • That left us 10 minutes leeway.
  • If we didn’t make it we’d be stuck in the dark on unsealed, slushy roads in the wilderness – having to travel back 60+ kms.
  • A nightmare.

The Hard Way…..Or The Highway

It was the hard way……or the highway.

Go right for the challenge of riding wet, slushy, unsealed logging truck roads…..with no guarantee of making the ferry and then being left in the wilderness overnight.

Or go left, and be like certain riders we won’t mention (Birdman, Flyboy and Crazy Mad Doc), who were seen falling asleep at the Zeehan cafe whilst enjoying a Devonshire tea a few hours later, and enjoy sealed wide open roads.

As you, dear reader, might know, some of the riders have courage, tenacity and such enormous egos that they think they can do anything even when it will result in almost certain death.

And that involved turning right.

So right they went.

3 Ego Maniacs

Riley, Poss and Captain Golden Knob are 3 such ego-maniacs who seem to be on this quest to see just how far they can push things before it’s too far.

Don’t worry, these 3 idiots will find it someday and it will humiliate them all and drag them back to being mere mortals.  Or kill them.

Either way it will (probably) stop them.

It was a nice ride (for Riley, Poss and Captain Golden Knob) into Waratah to refuel and head for the tiny mining village of Savage River.

From there it was a tough 25 kms to the ferry at Corinna, hoping it hadn’t closed down for the night.

dave-poss-corrinaDave & Poss enjoying their day

After a few near misses (including a close call with a grader on the road), slides and a fire (Captain Golden Knob caught fire whilst standing by Riley’s bike……okay, okay, his plastic overpants melted against the exhaust pipe).

This resulted in Riley and Poss trying to push him down the mountain screaming “You’re on fire, roll sucker, roll!”

We got to the ferry okay (in 1 hour 45 minutes) and enjoyed the trip over.

ferry-corinna

Don’t Pay The Ferryman

I did say the the lads a couple of times;

“Don’t pay the ferryman!
Don’t even fix a price!
Don’t pay the ferryman,
Until he gets you to the other side.”

He got us to the other side (for $10 a piece) and off we roared for another 11 kms of unsealed road.

Headed for Zeehan & Then Strahan

As dusk was falling we headed into the old (and rapidly failing) mining town of Zeehan and then onto Strahan.

We (Riley, Poss and Captain Golden Knob), in a surprise to no one, found the other 3 in the bar by the fire, beers in hands.

We settled in for the night at the Regatta Hotel (host was Vicki Appleby) and enjoyed the beers a lot and the meals not so much.

Flyboy made the excellent decision to book us in for 2 nights and had booked us onto the Gordon River Cruise in the morning so we were all set.

Cheers

Captain Golden Knob

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After a relaxing ride into Bicheno, GK went out to chat with the locals to see what they’d been saying about them.

Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm…..see the video below.

After that we headed from Bicheno back down to the Freycinet Penniusula and Wineglass By, Coles Bay, etc.

A terrible view that we subjected ourselves too, but we did it in the name of the tour.

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From there we headed up the winding roads of St Mary’s and St. Helens and, after a leisurely lunnch at St. Helens we pressed on over 120 kms of dirt track to visit Anson’s Bay up in the Mt William National Park.

It was from there into the small (population of 3,000) town of Scottsdale for a warm room, a quick dinner and bed after just 1 beer.

And by 1, I mean 452.

From Scottsdale we headed to the Wine Trail and, very reluctantly, called into the vineyard of Pipers Brook where we had a meal and a few wines……..over 4 hours.

We Cheat Death By A Few Minutes

Just before we got to Pipers Brook Vineyard we had a bit of luck – if we had of been a couple of minutes earlier we would have been cleaned up by a driver who lost control on a bend, skidded across the road, skidded back, slammed into a bank and then rolled across the road, coming to rest upside down on our side of the road.

When we got there, there was a distraught woman on the side of the road, debri everywhere and what looked like a guy trapped in the car (turns out it was a guy getting something out of the car).

Crazy Mad Doc checked the driver out and then we went on our way – knowing we’d done our bit, in our usual heroic fashion, to protect others!

Here’s Flyboy heading up to the long lunch.

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Yes Katherine and Amber, he’s ready for lunch!

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From there we headed to Beauty Point – about 5 kms on from the Beaconsfield Mine disaster where we are holed up for the night at The Riveria Waterfront Hotel.

Here’s the view.

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And here’s Poss and Tim enjoying some early refreshment.

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All is well and aside from a dropped bike or 3, Poss losing $125 to GK in 8 ball last night and liver damage, we’re pretty confident of making it back to Hobart by Friday.

Cheers

Captain Golden Knob

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