Sunday ended up being a good day for a ride after all. The Townsville Ulysses Club (a biker club for people over 40) were riding west to our town (Charters Towers) for morning tea, then heading south east for lunch in the historic mining town of Ravenswood.
I wondered what the locals thought when our conga line of motorbikes rode through the quiet main street, but it seems they are used to this and thought it was great. The local pub is under new ownership and were pleased for the extra lunch crowd!
The pub is very old, and the owners have many original pieces still in use, as well as beautiful stained glass fittings...
This old headless rocking horse would have been beautiful at one stage...
After a hearty lunch with all the Ulyssians...
...we headed across the road to the antique/pottery/collectables store.
The owner drives this equally antique car everywhere, declaring she'll be buried in it one day.
The town is still a gold mining town, and she makes fridge magnets from pressing findings from digs around the area into her clay.
Some of them are mine markers from the 1800's.
I bought this one...
I hope this isn't one of her mine findings. He'd sure make a huge fridge magnet!
The rain finally began to head our way so Mr E and I said goodbye to the Townsville Ulyssians and rode the 80klms home just in time for the heavens to open with an all-night shower.
Our Sunday rides are so special!