After our Mad Dash to Tasmania (see earlier posts), Eric and I returned to Melbourne bragging to everyone (whether we knew them or not) about how great our ride was. Still buzzing, we managed to convince our mate Daniel to join us next time…OK, he didn’t need convincing and the date was set again, quickly followed by purchasing of the tickets to cross the Bass Straight on the Spirit of Tasmania…it was another weekend ride, but this time with longer days, more saddle time and bigger distances…hence the Epic Adventure.
The boat ride was fairly uneventful, embark of Friday evening, dinner, vine, talking crap and arriving Saturday morning to Devonport…
Upon arriving to Tassie, the usual intake of coffee and breakfast followed and we were off towards Cradle Mountain… 
Along the way we came across a genuine piece of two wheeled art. Straight away Eric felt the need for a test ride…
I'm a cowboy...with a steel horse I ride...
...poetry in motion...
Eric decided on “Better the devil you know” and we continued on our Epic Adventure.
Near Cradle Mountain we pulled over to check out the scenery…Daniel could not believe the beauty of the land…
I took took a picture of the bikes 
and the last corner…
I could ride this all day...
and Eric left to check out the scenery from a higher vantage point
...the Man on his throne...
This view greeted him from the cliff:
you don't want to get lost in there...
Our next stop was Strahan, but we had to stop a few times along the way, just to take in the scenery which was awe inspiring…
...are we there yet?
or needed a group hug
...ah that's nice! Now can we farkin' ride???!!!
or there was A Bug On Daniel’s Bike and he HAD to pull over to clean it…
you missed a spot...
The day was perfect! It was warm, light wind and we barely saw any cars for hours…We took breaks frequently just to soak in the vibe of the place…
other than our helmet hair, this picture is perfect
or for the boys to admire my bike…
Admire but do not touch!
but when we got to this sign…
happy times ahead...
we knew we were in motorbike heaven…We took off into the distance having a blast through the twisties like there was no tomorrow…Arriving to Strahan, I took a picture of myself… I do not know why, my hair was a total mess… 
After a massive feed of fresh seafood, pasta and cold beer we lazed on the lawn near the bay for a while. I do believe I heard Eric snore, but that could also have been me…
Finally, once we got ourselves moving again… it was time for us to look for somewhere to sleep. New Norfolk was some 260kms away and we only had 5hrs before sunset…It was time go and the perfect excuse to ride fast!
Stay tuned for the next episode of the Epic Adventure, where we ride fast for no reason whatsoever, check out Strathgordon Dam and make fools of ourselves in the bike heaven of the Tasmanian wilderness.
