was that ? I heard Rod mention that here were the remains of a railway line , albeit very narrow gauge .
How could this be ? This terrain is tough , unforgiving , it cares little about engineering or marvels of the 19th century modern world , in fact I guessed it would get the upper hand on the 21st century world too . And yet , there it was , the remains of a railway , cut into the hillside , overgrown yet visible . The Otways are littered with such train lines , but I ’ d never seen one located as such . Rod told us that it once went straight up the hill , a similar path to which we ’ d taken . How ?
Reaching the top and what was the ‘ main ’ road , I collapsed , to the amusement of the other riders . “ Are you good to go ?” asked Rod . “ I ’ m fucked ,” I gasped , still considering rolling back into the undergrowth to one day be discovered with the ruins . Everyone laughed . The laughter soon stopped when a Triumph Tiger slid from the side of the road , pinning the rider beneath it in a boggy drain . Nothing injured but pride . Then our leader turned his Yamaha Tenere around only to ride into the drain on the other side with similar results . No one was immune .
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