As you may have read in past blogs, my husband is closing in on retirement. 7 days to be exact from the date of this blog. His birthday is also this weekend coming and as it would happen, we were travelling to the city to attend the wedding of the son of a very dear friend, so our youngest daughter decided to present her dad with a retirement present. We had no idea what it was until the day before. I thought maybe it was a sky diving experience, however was promptly told if that’s what we expected, we’d better lower our expectations. Hmmm I wonder what we are going to be doing.
On the evening before the due date, I was told to check out this website, but not tell Dad. Wow! A Harley Davidson Trike Tour through the Swan Valley on the northern outskirts of Perth city. Awesome! As my week leading up to the trip away was so busy, I promptly forgot my jacket and shoes. I didn’t need to tell Bob as he ALWAYS takes a jacket and men always wear appropriate shoes. Fortunately, I now weigh less than my daughter, woohooo, first time since giving birth to her, so I was able to wear one of her jackets and borrow a pair of closed in shoes. As it turned out, it was really very warm and the driver/rider said not to worry putting on the jacket. We posed for a couple of photos, without helmets, then with them on. Gee, talk about heavy. Then we were off, roaring along the road, winding around roundabouts and heading out into the open country, the Swan Valley, known for its wines, chocolate factory, nougat and honey. Thankfully this type of bike does not require us to hang on to the rider and lean as you go around corners, but we still needed to hang on, with only a seat belt across the hips, holding you in. Fortunately there was a handle on the wheel guard, so I hung on to that as tight as I could. Soon I relaxed and started to enjoy the scenery. What a magnificent way to see the country. We went to three different wineries, buying wines for me and a bottle of Port for Bob. The nougat was to die for, preservative free and made from all natural ingredients. We then proceeded to the chocolate factory and had to fight our way to the tasting counter. There were tourists and two coaches of young women enjoying a tour of the valley for a hens part, a pre-wedding party, which back in my day we called, kitchen teas! Guess women aren’t tied to the kitchen sink any more 🙂 Fortunately I’m not a chocolate lover, but still wanted to have my share of the tastings.
The tour was meant to be for two hours, however it was three by the time we got back. I would recommend a ride on one of these trikes anytime you get a chance and of course the flash blue colour was much better than the black ones you see. Fun!