FROOM ... BUBBUBBUB ... You don't need to be told when a bunch of Harleys pull up in the inner city. They make a lot of noise. So, full of food and drink, we grabbed the provided leather jackets, climbed on our bikes and blasted off around the city.
When I was 15, my Mum threatened to kick me out of the house if I bought a bike. So for me the ride was exhilarating — especially when we hit the motorway. It feels good riding at 100km/h in a deafening Harley convoy.
My guide was a well-spoken, moustached bloke named "Stalk". A man with a wide-ranging knowledge. He answered questions and pointed things out without talking for the hell of it.
We raced across a bridge straddling the Yarra, turned round and went back over and somehow still ended up at Port of Melbourne. We made our way past interesting architecture and then through St Kilda for some music history, before burning round the Melbourne GP Circuit at Albert Park. From the back of a bike you see more than you do in a bus or car.
The next day we went up in a chopper and saw the same stuff again, but from the air. This time we were dangerously full from a feed of braised pork tacos, a life-changing pulled pork quesadilla and locally brewed Sir Veza Pale Ales that all mixed badly with the turbulence above the city.
Great sights, great pilot, great food. But I was pretty happy the chopper landed before I made a mess of the cabin.
Matt Heath and Jeremy Wells from Hauraki Breakfast are in Melbourne with Tourism Victoria.