lines on a map from all points of the compass , there was an ongoing need for more fuel . The obligatory pie , chocolate milk , soy latte , energy drink and other body fuels . Motoadventuring requires fuel for both the body and the bike . Various sums of money exchanged hands as five riders traced their individual routes toward the selected destination . Reinforcing the notion that any bike and ride can be an adventure ; an eclectic mix of bikes negotiated an equally eclectic mix of roads and surfaces to descend on Spring Ridge – a small rural village in the
Liverpool Plains area of New South Wales .
My selected route saw me head through previously barren , red dirt fields around the central west of NSW . Acres of red dirt and dust replaced by hues of deep green and olive . Dust transformed into rich , moist clumps of earth . Lines of earth tilled and tended by machines , neat rows of green shoots , bursting through furrows .
As I drifted further away from suburbia and the relative discomfort of busy highways and major thoroughfares , I wandered along
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