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Hot on the heels of Robbo and Bow on saturday came the “B” team on sunday.
was going to be 6 but by the time 9.00am rolled around at the gathering point in the middle of the adjoining forests that make up this area of the Border ranges we were down three,
Grant from Brisbane and a former Lismore lad, Greg from Lismore, and Myself, now I’m pretty sure if you combined their two ages they would tally up the same as mine.So first we headed out and within 5 minutes had hit the first S/T a flowing rutty little mongrel that looked like 700 riders had ridden it recently (which they had a few weeks back in an organised free for all) the two lads quickly picked up a good clip and with lots of near misses and plenty of log hopping (including a few 6′ apart 18 inch Dia buggers that made perfect launch pads
) for around ten kays we came to our first rest, then we decided to travell some of the “lost” tracks so it didn’t hurt that one of us is a professional “remote sensing Scientist” with a state of the art GPS, so found them we did. First one we have named “Lantana” for obvious reasons, the kangaroos and wildlife have been travelling it, but no sign of bikes for a long time, mostly first and second gear throat and face ripping jungle, with some slimy uphills and gullies involved… all good funNext was the infamous “Rollercoaster” now this bitch has pysched me out everytime I’ve done it, one particular gully always catches me as i climb out of it and i end up face first tumbling down it into the mud below, you come over a blind cutting and are faced with a no runup 70 meter rutted and chopped up climb, anyway a few ks into it I came across Grant sitting on the ground with his Highly Modded DRZ300 up against a tree above a steep gully, thinking the worst I pulled up and took stock, apparently it had just stopped and he was buggered from kicking (starter motor doesn’t like the high comp big bore) so we pinpointed the problem to a stuck accelerator pump, so an impromptu carby rebuild on the side of a narrow cutting on the side of a steep gully we were underway, Grant took of and I was next faced with my nemisis… THE GULLY from hell, as I dropped into the bottom I short shifted into second and feathered the clutch all the way to the top “WOOHOO” up to the next climb, over the 12″ log that sits right on a left hand corner popped over it and Stalled… bugger bikes getting hot again, so restarted but had no momentum and no runup to a short sharp climb around a large fallen tree in loose dirt, well i got to the tree then stalled while across the hill in 2nd, and did the classic fall down the hill and clipped the log with my shoulder. layed there for a few seconds and gathered the strength to pick the bike up and restart and somehow got going. The rest of the rollercoaster was done fairly slowly with numerous heat stalls and one heavy offcamber stall and fall, by the time I was out of there I was well and truly knackered, and the two young fellas were waiting for me and looking fairly puffed too, but after 5 mins they decided to do it again, so I let them.
Rode avariety of S/T and dual T back to the vehicles for lunch and during lunch it started raining, so we decided to go out for another hour or so, during this “hour” we rode 5-6 more erzberg like S/T in the rain with fogged googles, and numerous backtracking sfforts, the infamous “wall ride, the miniwall that features in several of Wyldmans videos and a flat out race to the next intersection, were i actually pipped Grant and out slid him to the finish so for the only time all day wasn’t tail man, until I got so tired in the ever present rain I overshot a corner and got lost for 8 klms while they waited 300 mteres away from the corner I overshot in the comfort of dry utes :angry: and when the bikes where finally packed in utes it was 6.00pm (5 hours more!!) and I was buggered, and apparently so were the other lads.Only did around 100 kays all up in 8 hours, but there were numerous stoppages, bike retrievals (not mine though) and backtracking as we realised some old tracks had become impassable, especially after Grant dropped the DRZ into a sheer 6’x6′ washout and we spent half an hout drigging and cursing and lfting it out in the mud, ruts up to your footpegs, rock gardens, and laughs aplenty.
Was a good hard day the sort you only do a few times a year, pity about me passing blood later that evening.
BC :blush:
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