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I too had a great time. Tb I will contact you regarding a few of the pics. On of the memorable things on the trip was 2 of the Suzuki riders bikes dnf’ed before lunch on day 1 & were keen to get another bike. I rang a mate in bourke to see what he could find. He located a old dt that may Or may not run. At bourke my mate took the boys to look at the shit heap. Not even worthy of being called a scrapper the headed back to the pub to meet the group when they stopped to ask a local copper if he knew anyone selling a bike & explained why. The cop offered him his brand new drz400 for the weekend . He didn’t even want his name . He just said to drop it off on his way Through . What a champion.
The mighty sr 250 once again never missed a beat. I can’t believe Yamaha never allowed the factory racers to use the machine for desert & enduro racing. The little beast was happy sitting on 100-110 all day long even in sand . My son Ryan’s tt250 was also bulletproof as was he . He started both myself & mat off & caught us when we stopped . On arriving at commeroo station I discovered the left side of the frame had snapped . I suppose because of the soft comfy seat & my lack of feeling in my ass I didn’t even notice it . Having a full 3 inches of travel you can imagine its smoothness . Thanks boys for putting on a great ride. I will defiantly be coming next year & Matt will have his own bike too.Continued……..
With only a few hours of daylight left in order to reach Cameroo Station (-29.243167,145.139802 paste the co ordinates into Google maps to get an idea of the location). We still had a 150km run up a rough rutted and sandy road, that had the potential to throw all manner of wild life at you including Emus, wild pigs, goats, huge cattle and of coarse those brainless Kangaroos.
About 40kms up the road, up ahead in a haze of dust I could see a flashing light and as I got closer I could see the whole group of riders stopped on the side of the road. My thoughts were “this can’t be good”, and I was correct. I could see a rider laying on the road and another off to the side getting treatment.
A Kangaroo had taken one of the crew out and his bike cartwheeled, landing on the handlebars of the bike following him. Both riders were not in real good shape, with arm and rib injuries. With no phone service, Lefty jumped on his KTM and headed back towards Bourke trying to get into phone range in order to call an Ambulance to convey the lads back to Bourke Hospital.
With daylight ours quickly running out and still another 100kms to go through a veritable zoo of kamikaze wildlife, it was thought best to get the group going again. The group took off with Charlie sweeping the group on his own and I was to wait for Lefty to return and the two of us would make the final run together.
This 100km run, I am not embarrassed to say was the most intense 100kms of my life, we were belting along at 120kmph on a road that was throwing surprises at us left right and centre, bearing in mind I was riding a 22 year old bike that I had initially only paid $200 for!
We finally rolled into the Cameroo Station just on dark, to be greeted with one of the most welcomed beers in my life!
As it turns out Camaroo Station isn’t the most exotic location I have been to in my life, with a over supply of sand, dust, flies and a myriad of creatures taking refuge in the toilet bowls, I am glad my wife didn’t decide to come along!
the following day a lay day, we were left to our own devices to explore the Station. We decided we would go and find the river, where one of the guys decided to take the station’s rowboat for a bit of a run. Not a smart move on his behalf as no sooner was he out in the middle the entire group on the bank realized we had an never ending supply of cow patts to bomb him with!
After we left the river we headed 8kms across the station to an artesian bore to check out the hot water bubbling up out of the ground,
It was here that one of the boys ran over a small wild pig , he managed to not crash and stop in time to capture it before it got up and ran away, all the while I was waiting for it’s mother to come tearing out of the bush and have a go at us.
The rest of the afternoon was spent fairly casually, a few beers and a heap of laughs topped off the afternoon nicely
More to come…..
Kamikaze, veritable zoo, potential to throw all manner of wild life, myriad of creatures taking refuge in the toilet bowls :laugh: :laugh: Were we on the same ride :blink: :laugh:
Nah kidding I have to say Mick the wildlife out the front was as thick as I have ever seen it and we will be watching out again when we head through the same area in a month. I suggest you check your speedo on the NX but as it seems like it is a long way out :whistle: :laugh:
Lefty telling the story of your dinner plate eyes when he pulled up waiting for you was funny on Saturday when we hid from the heat and drank Toe’s beer. And Steve talking about how he was going to burn the KDX until Wolfman pulled up :laugh: :laugh: Toe’s swag filling up with water
What about Moc the barman and bush poet
Can you imagine what Wolfman was going through on Pezz’s bike with the twin shock setup :laugh: :laugh: I wouldn’t have ridden that for any about of love or money :pinch: no way known for this little black duck!Mick “Camaroo Station isn’t the most exotic location I have been to in my life, with a over supply of sand, dust, flies and a myriad of creatures taking refuge in the toilet bowls” Its the outback :laugh: :laugh: I did forget our bad the flies are out back but :blush: And have to say was happy the dolls house had an aircon for Sal and the kids sake when they went to bed and she had a nanny nap (happy wife happy life) :laugh: :laugh: She did good driving out there and all the running around for people on the way etc but couldnt get her back there while she has a heart beat
She is still keen for Alice, Ayres Rock and the flinders next year with the camper trailer but so its not all bad.Meals were good and there was plenty, beers priced ok considering where we were. Would have been good for the kids sake it there were camel rides (on a camel station isnt asking to much) they had a wagon but it was broken :blink: Interest now starts as to where next years will be, it will depend on where if I am going to go I have to say and when it is. I hear its being moved from Easter which I reckon is a good thing?
TB
Sorry if my report was too eloquently written for you TB, I was hoping for a literary masterpiece. It was wasted on you though.
:whistle:Saturday night was the big social night, with presentations, auction and a band. Before the festivities started we all lined the bikes up for a photo shoot.
Charley was in his element!
It isn’t all that often you get to see four NX650’s in the one place these days
As a matter of fact the NX was the most popular bike on the Scrapper run, there was no other make or model that had four of the same bike there!
Peter rode his NX down from Brisbane
On Saturday night we partied on until late in the night. Just on midnight it started to rain, like it very rarely does in the desert! I headed to bed with thoughts of a 700km trip ahead of us in the morning, some of it, on what was very slippery sticky red mud!
Return journey report coming soon!
micknmeld wrote:Sorry if my report was too eloquently written for you TB, I was hoping for a literary masterpiece. It was wasted on you though. :whistle:You took it the wrong way mate
It wasnt that it was too eloquently written (and I know what it means ) it was the extra drama added that I enjoyed in a positive way :whistle: The four NXs was something you won’t see every day now days. They looked great all grouped together. What was the end collective noun for a group / flock etc of NXs Mick as the discussion went on after I walked off :laugh:
TB
TB, the collective noun for a group of NX’s is a “Vomit”
Anyhow. The run home.
We had over 1000kms to ride to get home and only two days to do it, so the plan was to put a big one in on the first day and hopefully get about 700kms done by dark.
So we headed off at about 8am and chose to do the run to Bourke down the road to Fords Bridge. As I mentioned before it had rained the night before and the red clay road was slick to say the least. That combined with all the wildlife with no road sence made for a very entertaining ride for the first 100kms to Fords Bridge. From there it was a relatively easy run to Bourke except for one crazy Emu that tried to take me out before getting itself hung up in a fence.
Our first job after fueling up in Bourke was to rescue our mates that got taken out by the Kangaroo from Bourke Hospital. A broken arm above the elbow on one and a few broken ribs on the other had slowed the boys right up!
With the boys loaded up in the car we headed off with Brewarrina our first scheduled fuel stop. We didn’t give that fact it was Easter Sunday a thought and the only fuel station in town was closed! Thank fully we still had a bit of fuel on the support vehicle, enough to get us to Walgett, the next town 100kms away!
Just before we got to Walgett, I noticed the tachometer was starting to do weird things with the needle bouncing about wildly! I didn’t worry too much about it and pressed on. After we fuelled up in Walgett, we were headed towards Wee Waa and the NX all of a sudden started miss firing intermittently and then would run fine for a while, then do it again. The periods between the misfires started to shorten until it was about 10 – 20 seconds apart. Because the Tacho started to go crazy leading up to it, I presumed I had a serious electrical problem. Most likely the CDI as it was one we had rebuilt using Brian Hare’s technique. With this in mind I just pressed on trying to get the bike as close to Tamworth as I could as I knew I could get some assistance there.
Meanwhile, behind me Charley was having his own problems with the NX he was riding throwing teeth off his rear sprocket at an alarming rate of knots. Not much we could do at this stage but press on and limp the bikes to Tamworth. Just as we were leaving Boggabri, I heard a bang and a tyre squeal behind me, Charlies NX had thrown its chain and he did well to stay on the bike. We put the chain back on the best we could on a sprocket with only a dozen teeth on it and tightened the chain and we were on the road again. But really limping now as my NX was missing so badly I could only get 80kmph out of it. As it got dark we rolled into Gunnedah and decided that would have to do and we pulled into a Motel opposite my Uncle’s house.
Pizzas and beers were smashed down after we convinced the Pizza delivery girl to go get us some beers and cigarettes. The boys bunked down in the Motel and I took the opportunity to catch up with my uncle.
Early the next morning, saw us swapping the CDI’s over on the bikes to see if that was the problem. Nope! Still misfiring. OK take the tank off and have a poke about. I reseated the earth lead for the coil and changed the spark plug while I was at it. First press of the button and she fired up and ran sweet! You little beauty!
We still had to deal with the stripped back sprocket on the other NX, so Boony came across from Tamworth with a trailer and we loaded it up and took the bike to his place, in the meantime he did a ring around and managed to score us a brand new sprocket for the NX on a public holiday!!!! Matt from Bikes and Bits the Honda dealer in Tamworth opened up for us and not only did he have the sprocket in stock he said to consider it a donation. What a champion bloke!
WE then headed to Boony’s place and swapped out the sprocket and chain. The chain had seen better days and was missing a heap of rollers, so a 2nd hand one was found in Boony’s shed and we were good to go!
As you can see the sprocket was way past it’s service limit!
.This left us a 3 hour run home that was pretty uneventful as both bike ran great! However a half hour from home the heavens opened up on us once again and we finished the ride in the flogging down rain!
We ended up doing 2375km over the 6days, here is a rough map to give you an idea of where we went.
Would I do it all again? You betcha!
Some extra pics not used in my report
Early start Tamworth
The mighty Honda CT110 Postie Bike
Somewhere near Tamworth day 2
Sommerton fuel Stop
Out near Nyngan
Coolabah fuel stop
NX’s on the airstrip
Me having a great time
Team Honda
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Saw some ripper pics from the Scrapheap weekend on ADV site and the Scrapheap Facebook site as wellSome real good pics that captured the event and the people real well …
Reall rubs in what we missed out on by not going ,,,,,,, AGAIN :pinch:Was a great weekend and was good to catch up to some of the people I met at last years event.
The road in from Bourke is a little bit of a “Heart Stopper” on a loaded bike.A few things from the weekend that caught me head on the long road from Bourke to Dubbo as been so straight you have time to revist the last few days.
1. In Nygan of Friday morning just on daylight hearing the sound of a Two stroke at full song and tring to work out if someone is cutting wood or a big bore two stroke is running around town. I said it is a big bore two smoker and latter on finding out the story of the “PE400” :woohoo:
2. When veryone was attending to the two guy’s after the Roo smash the guy in the ute that was there helping and was looking for his first aid kit, started looking behind his seat for the kit and pulled out a gun and someone said to him “I don’t think we need that just yet” 👿 (had to be there).
There were heaps of others and I hope to attend next years event.
All good.
MalleeThis thread has kept me going all day in my breaks of course. :unsure: Best ride report ever and so eloquently written.
Not 100% sure what that word means but I’m sure it means grouse or something. 😆 well done to all involved.
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