Touring Numinbah Valley on a 1948 Ariel Red Hunter
Continued from Part 1... (British Singles Motorcycle Club)
Time for the return trip to take photos of what the others missed. After some rain this can be one of the prettiest places on earth but you have to dawdle to really notice it. It would be a great place for a bicycle tour for that reason. The first photo is the stream and local swimming hole at Chillingham.
Chillingham Art Gallery closed today though
Lush pastures with mountain ranges and cliff faces bordering them
Serenity of nature followed by Monet's bridge over rock pools
But you still cannot park here without some turkey taxing you
I love chasing waterfalls so how about this, this is the Natural Arch.
And this is where it finishes; truly magnificent scenery and rare small bats live in the cave that surrounds it so watch out for slippery bits.
Well I am hungry by now and its time to find a Café. Will I find
a motorcycle friendly eating-place way out here? I tried my luck here to
a very warm welcome, the lady serving me was very interested in my dinosaur
on wheels and asked about its history. I ordered a sandwich to which she
replied "Make yourself comfortable and I will bring it out to you.
A great sandwich it was when it arrived. 
Valley View Café for a great lunch, motorcycle friendly as well
Could a painting come up better than this?
Blink and you miss it when you are travelling these roads.
A view from the creek to the road above
Start of Hinze Dam and the end of the tour for me.
I rode the M1 from Nerang to Brisbane from here, no suspension problems on this smooth road and I was able to travel at the speed limit of 110kph the remainder of the journey to Beenleigh and 100 to near home. A few motorists noticed an unusual machine chugging along a modern hi-way and gave their thumbs seal of approval. Soon enough though the clouds burst above me and I felt my socks fill up with cold water, how refreshing this was on my warm feet. The cast iron barrel loved this gradual cooling and seemed to have a little more power. The 500cc single now changed note a little and merrily thumped its way to one last stop before calling it a day.
That is at Allan's place, the man who started all this off for me thirty five years ago. I knew nothing about these machines then and I could not start my newly acquired Ariel back then and I thought he had some magical power because he could start it first kick. I have since learned that magic and most of the other knowledge he had obtained from sixty years of his riding life when we spent almost two years building it at his well equipped premises. Allan D is now 86 years old and enjoys nothing better than old Chev cars and Ariel Motorcycles. He gives the bike a good look over after its epic journey and he and I will be looking into its handling problem together. You may hear the outcome soon enough.
Allan at 86, still loves this brand of motorcycle best.
Bye for now!