WERRIMULL HOTEL VIC

SO, AS AN OXYMORON, somewhere up there at the top of the tree along with ‘humorous German’ [excuse me? – The Bear], ‘military intelligence’ ‘stable political leadership’, ‘cheap 10,000km service’, ‘pristine motorcycle workshop’, ‘quiet Harley Davidson’ (and ‘quiet Harley Davidson owner’), must be ‘Victorian Outback’.

I mean the state doesn’t even have a quarter million square kilometres. It’s less than a third of NSW, about a quarter of SA, just over an eighth of Qld and less than a tenth of WA. It’s the most densely populated state in the country and you can ride from its north west corner to its south east tip in a comfortable 11 hours.

So when a joint pushes itself as Victoria’s ‘most outback pub’, they’re endowed with either a massive sense of relativity or a huge dose of humour and irony.

And when the hotel’s on a short detour from one of the less interesting stretches of road along the Murray, (one I’ve ridden too many times) I figure