The worst part is that I hadn’t even got to the hard part of the hill yet. It is just the lead in to the hill. You can’t really see it but just above the bike is a flat road to cross and a very steep step you have to get up to get going on the hill. Was thinking about that and worried I didn’t have enough revs to make the climb when before I knew I didn’t even have enough revs to get on the road. Then the usual story, thought I could make it if I just hung on a bit longer. Got to the pound of no return and the front starts coming up. Didn’t get on the clutch fast enough and the rest is history. Worst thing waqs I had just put new bars on after a little incident at Nundle the week before and I thought I’d bent them again. Rode around all day with the shits about having to explain to the missus about two sets of bars in two weeks. When I got home I loosened off all the triple clamps and it sprung back to normal.
The good news is I’m there again tomorrow to reclaim my glory. Hopefully a better result.