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Trailboss wrote:
Quote:Even seen you do a wheelie Ollie :ohmy:TB
I was having a ball on the sand,wheelies,3rd gear power slides donuts,what a blast
Champo did one power slide in 3rd gear with the TM screaming its head off :woohoo: very impressive
Ollie
Hey Scott, Got back safe at 3pm and sorted everything out with the bikes/gear then straight onto have a look at the report before I shoot off again to pick up the wife at the airport
brilliant report Scotty on a brilliantly organised weekend 
.Was good to meet some fellow oldbbulls and all good blokes as well.
Not sure the photo of me in the kids play pool should of made it onto the site though :laugh: :laugh:
Will look back later for sundays report, once again many thanks for the hospitality Scott, it was a top weekend
AnonymousSunday
Another day of perfect weather greeted us for day three of our long weekend. I had planned a day of hill climbs for the remaining soldiers which included three steep, loose and very techy climbs.
Champo had asked me on the Saturday if we had any hills around here and I smiled and said yes. I had saved this ride for the last day because as it was to be the toughest riding it would be the day most likely to break bikes or riders so if there is any consolation to that happening at least everyone would have already ridden two good days.
A few Bulls had headed home on Saturday night and the participants for Sunday were Mike, Tom, Moto, Champo and I. Champo was not originally booked on the trip but made a last minute decision on the Thursday night to join Moto for the trip up and I am very glad he did. He is not only a great bloke and a gifted rider but also a very valuable member of a group ride.
After some breakfast which Moto managed to spoil
and some more bike prep
the boys rode down to the local servo to meet me for our day of vertical assaults.
To ride the biggest hills you have to start in the deepest ravines so we rode out into the forest and descended into some dense bush.
From here we headed up and as we did it got progressively dryer and much, much looser. We are having a massive dry spell for this part of the coast so it is as loose as it gets around here. Having soil that is usually used to water content tends to fall apart when it is dry so what were challenging hills in prime loam conditions were going to be downright nasty. We pushed on.
Arriving at the base of the first monster the boys looked up and realized for the first time that day that these hills were legit. So much so that Champo walked the first one bottom to top and scoped and helped as others made valiant attempts and what was starting to look like an impossible dream.
That was of course until Moto fired that big KTM to life and hit the thing pinned. To say it was an aggressive approach would be a massive understatement. The consequences of getting it wrong here, especially off the left hand side would mean losing your bike, literally. The left side of the top ledge gave you the best hope but if you stepped off her it was a 60 degree slope to a ravine that light can’t penetrate. Finding you broken bike would be tough but getting it out, forget it.
Needless to say with legs flapping and wrist cocked he made it. Not pretty but successful none the less.
After everyone muscled me and Tom up the last few ledges to safety it was Mike’s turn. Spending a weekend riding with Mike is a pleasure and you soon see his wealth of experience shine through in his riding. His trials background and his never say die attitude equip him well in the bush. On top of that he is a true gentleman and a pleasure to be around, hard to believe he could possibly be related to Moto!
This hill however had his measure and after many brave attempts he gave it one last explosive effort. Explosive is a good choice of words because on the second to last ledge it looked like his front wheel hit a land mine and the bike jacked up vertically and he was headed for big trouble. What happened next stunned us all.
Tom, Mikes 18 year old son had scored the flat yesterday and stood around mostly watching as most boys his age would as Dad and uncle Moto fixed it. Any respect lost on this lackluster effort was about to be made up for in a massive display of bravery. Tom had removed his helmet to rest on top and when he saw hid Dad in trouble he launched himself at the front wheel of the bike in an effort to save it. The attempt failed and he fell eight feet down into a boulder field and lay there. It turned out he was ok but was now sporting a fresh limp and a whole lot of respect from me.
Champo was last man to go and he started the long walk back down the hill to get his bike. His 300 two dinger revved to the moon and with him onboard made short work of the nasty beast. In fact he did not even dab once. Brilliant!
From here it was a short bit of singletrack and some fire road to the next challenge. A hill with legendary status and dubbed ‘The Widow Maker’. This bad boy has traction but is just about as steep as a hill can be with out being termed a cliff! I had gone down the road to sus out the next intersection and when I got back Mike was missing. I looked for him and could not see him anywhere. Moto however was hard to miss as he was stuck half way up and in a very tricky spot. After some hard yakka he got the bike around and came back down for his second attempt
His next attempt was a success
and as I watched him reach the top I noticed another rider way up there. It was Mike! He nailed it first attempt and was waiting up there for the next victims. Champo did what Champo does and nailed it which left me and my little 250F. Attempt one turned into attempt two. Unlike the first hill on this one you either rode it yourself of got yourself back down as it was too steep to walk so you were on your own. As I lined up for the third go I changed my mindset from hoping I would made it to believing I would and sure enough we chugged over the crest with a cheer from the boys.
Getting this hill wrong and stepping off on the low side was a big step and I realised at the top I had pulled my groin. Nothing too brutal but enough to keep my mind off the constant stinging from the sweat dripping into my sliced neck.
That left us with one hill to go and it turned into a free for all. Imagine five bikes flying up a loose hill rubbing elbows and you get the idea. It was madness and Moto enjoyed it so much he came back down for a second go. That is what he told me anyway but I suspect it was to check I was ok after I got caught in a rut and filled in by four big bores racing to the heavens. All the dust I had missed by being lead rider all weekend was made up for in three breaths.
Once at the top we took in the views and headed back down to the coast.
It was time to part ways as the boys were keen for another beach run and another pub lunch and I had promised Dad that I would take him for a ride so while they roosted the beach I got my old man, fired up his trusty TL125 and went for a very leisurely ride compared to what I had just endured that morning.
I drove back up to the villas to say goodbye to the boys and wish then a safe journey home and a great time in Louee. We sat around the pool and had a few cold ones and parted ways.
A special shout out to Moto who was the glue in getting the crew together. Without his enthusiasm and drive it may have been a no show but with him herding the flock together it was great turnout. It was a pleasure to spend the three days with you buddy and I look forward to many more in the future.
To everyone that made the effort to attend the weekend I thank you and I look forward to hosting you all again in the future.
Until then ride safe and have fun.STM
STM, thanks very much for the work you put in to organise the ride.
Thanks Mike, for letting Champo and I crash in the cabin.
Oh by the way, did Tom or Moto knock on the neighbours door, in the wee hours, and asking for a cup of sugar and their daughter.Mike your trials skills put me to shame. Great to watch.
I will be practicing before we meet again 👿 :pinch: :ohmy:.I dont know how I forgot, but one of the funniest moments of Saturday was when I was behind Tom who stopped really quickly. Like over the bars.
The thing was the dust was so thick we couldnt see and he went straight into a tree that was across the track. :whistle: :angry: :X
:XThe sub frame is easy fixed as Gas Gas have a 2 section frame.
My sons are adding the faces not me.
We’ll have to get you down here for a ride scott.
Great weekend.
Dean
Awesome effort Stm. Sad I couldnt get there.
Widowmaker :woohoo: :woohoo: :woohoo: Done it a couple times in the four b and its farken scarey on 4 wheels let alone 2. :blush:Hey STM looks like you & the boys had a great ride
Sorry coudn’t get a leave pass as i will be at louee next week.
guy’s hope you like the trails & pub as that is my local
STM we will hook up in a few weeks for a ride
i will pm my no# :cheer:Wow what a ride
Im glad I got to go on this one even though I only Gave Scott short notice he welcomed me along no problems at all. I arrived at the beach meeting place about 1/2 an hour earlier. I started getting my gear all sorted when Scott arrived and he then proceeded to help unload the Gasser. 10 minutes or so later the familiar sound of 8-9 big bore 4 strokes could be heard winding thru the streets to the meeting point. after meeting and greeting everyone we had a quick photy session before we headed off. I decided to do sweep duties first up and donned the Fluro vest. We got stuck into some fast single trail and it wasnt long before we had a break to make sure everything was going Ok. Champo and I waited a bit for the others to clear out as he said I would really enjoy this next bit,he wasnt wrong!! It was single track Nirvana we were railing corners and hitting off cambers flat out. Unfortunatley Darren on the XR4 went a bit to close to a tree and smashed his brake lever into a Pretzel shape. With a bit of pushing and pulling using tyre levers and ring spanners we managed to get it into something semi usable. We set off again until we got to a main intersection, mikes bike was playing up,so they drained the fuel from the carb,it was just after completing that operation that we noticed Toms rear was flat, bugger no one had a spare rear tube so it had to be a heavy duty front supplied courtesy of Dean. We got it all together pretty quickly after having a bit of an issue with the rim tape and were finally back on the go. I swapped bikes with Dean, he had my 300 while I had a go on his 450 Gasser. I really was impressed withe flexability of the engine and the big lounge chair of a seat. A very nice bike to ride.Dean was having fun on my 300 but was having issues with the rear brake as they are setup fairly touchy as I like to brake steer in the single track. We swapped back and thenhit some more tight single I followed Darren again up a creek bank,unfortunatley for him he picked the deepest rut and this time turned his gear lever into a pretzel,he wasnt having a good run. I came around a corner to see Dean in all sorts of distress he had hit a false neutral coming out of another creek bank and rolled back and sandwiched himself between his bike and a tree, his rear subframe had a distinct twist about it :S I handed over the sweep duties to Dean at this point.Scott led us down some more hills and under and over some fallen trees. I was impressed with the way mike rode over this big slippery angled tree feet up trials style very impressive.some more trails,then into some open farm land I saw Moto have a bit of a moment on some off camber stuff and he was hot on Scotts rear wheel, I was right behind him,Moto went as corner man then I chased Scotty who was fair hammering,when we finally came out onto a main Rd I let out a little :woohoo: Fricken Awsome fun. We then headed down to the beach where we had a quick blast along the waters edge before heading to the pub.
The feed was awsome for $10 bucks and I think the boys were salavating at the sight of the sweet little waitress and cute barmaids. We also met Uncle Fester and Corey at the Pub who were going to join us for the afternoon session. We headed down the tar road all ready to get into it,the pace had picked up again,amazing what one Schooner of beer will do.We rode over some of the tracks we did in the morning only in reverse,mike had taken over the sweep duties and was doing well, Moto and Tom(I think) overshot the cornerman and headed off on their own way until Scott chased them down and rounded them up. Champo and I were having a redhot go in the tight stuff and I was glad I was on a two stroke as my arms would have turned to jelly otherwise. The pace was getting pretty quick when I came up to this rutted uphill I took the outside line and didnt have a problem until I went past Scotty who was laying in vines in a rather distressed state. It as only afer he had removed his helmet did we realise that he nearly had his head ripped off by a wait a while vine. It looked pretty sore and was the worst I had ever seen, after a quick cleanup photy session and a all clear from our nurse, we thought it best to head home.
Scott headed back to his place for a clean up while the boys headed back to the resort for a beer and shower/swim. We all headed over to Scotts place where he had Nibblies all set out and he best home brew Ive ever tasted, very Noice $85 bucks worth of Pizza was ordered and we had a good ol chat and laugh about the days proceedings. I headed off at about 8:30 PM back to Cresent Head where I slept like a baby.
Thanks Scott for the great day out and the superb organisation of the whole day you are a legend.Hope to catch up with you and the other boys again soon.cheers
Ollie
AnonymousI was disappointed that stm was not a big purple hippo. After I got over that I came to learn that stm is a top bloke. A clever one too: One side of his beautiful home is awesome uncrowded surf, the other side is awesome lush forest.
Had the best time.
And thanks to the crew. I only thought of going when moto mentioned it at dinner Thursday night.
Just a few piccies from the weekend. Some that didn’t make the report, some with a little more detail, some because they are just awesome
I found out that when his son rang him up singing happy birthday that it was uncle fester’s birthday. Modest bugger
moto picked up
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