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mick, i will fix the photobucket links tomorra, ive been hanging to see these pics..
thanks for coming mate, you are a true gentleman;)
man, was i happy to see snow:laugh: :laugh:
me, tobes, bob, choppa……proud as punchspewin you couldnt get the timer workin on the camera mick…damn new fangled technology:P
Tobes
LC4skin
Dave
Bob
Tim
Smurf19
MickP
Steve
Choppa
Adrian
Gob70
XYtransit
JAK
Steve taking a detour
Choppa wondering why he is called Hollywood
Anonymoustop work Jak!
thumbs up!if i’m on a ride with you again, you may need a wide angel lens :laugh:
but only need slow motion frame rate:lol: :laugh: đ
bet Brad is happy you’re his bro and not me. not quite so much to push:silly: :woohoo:
xy-transit wrote:
Quote:top work Jak! thumbs up!
if i’m on a ride with you again, you may need a wide angel lens :laugh:
but only need slow motion frame rate:lol: :laugh: đ
bet Brad is happy you’re his bro and not me. not quite so much to push:silly: :woohoo:
hahahaha that is the first pic I have seen of you XY, I dunno why, but I had pictured you as a little ferrety guy with maybe a goatee. How wrong was I???:laugh:
micknmeld wrote:
Quote:xy-transit wrote:Quote:top work Jak! thumbs up!
if i’m on a ride with you again, you may need a wide angel lens :laugh:
but only need slow motion frame rate:lol: :laugh: đ
bet Brad is happy you’re his bro and not me. not quite so much to push:silly: :woohoo:
hahahaha that is the first pic I have seen of you XY, I dunno why, but I had pictured you as a little ferrety guy with maybe a goatee. How wrong was I???:laugh:
:laugh: :laugh: :laugh: :laugh:
how disappointed were you!
yeah, it’s one thing to read posts and get an impression of people, build a mental image of what you perceive.
and then you meet them in person and they are totally different!
everyone thought i could ride before meeting me, how wrong were they:laugh: :laugh: :silly: :woohoo:
MickP and smurf are an inspiration to us younger riders! 50+ dirt demons
this will put a DanD novel to shame:laugh: :laugh:
Part 2…..
Saturday arvo.
After our hot dogs and a re-coupe by the fire, it was decided to tackle a loop down the other side of the property. All bar Stevie (who decided it a good idea to stay and be smurfs drinkin buddy), we refuelled and headed off down a death hill covered in boulders with no real line to take and onto some much less rocky tracks with some great erosion mounds to launch over made of dark red clay. It was like a totally different place, the tracks were so different. We were going down to the river, I think its called the Howqua, to check its levels and attemp to cross it and continue the loop. The rain that started as we left had become constant now and was making the tracks slipperier by the minute. It was wicked.
We got down to the river where Brian had told us we could cross it. It looked daunting to say the least. After much umming and ahhhing, âBob the unstoppableâ decided it was worth a try. Ya gotta hand it to the little fella, he would try almost anything! He made it about 5 metres before stalling in the icy waters. It was a good laugh and the shitslinging was coming out of everyone.:laugh: :laugh:
Bob testing the water with his testesIt was a crack up watching him trying to kick his WR in water this deep.:laugh: He couldnât get her going and being already wet, decided to test the depth out further. He got 75% of the way before stepping the hole that we could all see. It was bloody deep and must have been getting close to ball deep as he was doing his best to hold them up.:laugh: He had a few moments where he nearly fell over after losing balance on the rocks. He should have yelled âbingoâ, as he was waving his arms around like a mad granny with a winning ticket.:woohoo: Almost beaten by the current, he retreated back to us all. He got his bike started and a huge cloud of steam came out the exhaust. He left it running while he emptied his boots.
Tim, being just as tenacious, decided to scout down river a little for a suitable place and found a spot with a little island in the middle. Bob hit it and made it to the island of sanctuary, just. He kept going and got across to the other bank, it wasnât the prettiest of crossings but he made it. Tim “the Trumpet”, had a crack and made it just too. His brand new kato puffed out a huge steam cloud when he got over. He must have got real close to drowning it. So the two of them were over there and the rest of us were still here. We were half exspecting them to cross back over as the general consensus of the group wasâŚ.âf**k thatâ. After listening to their taunts and us all pretending not to be able to hear them, or even look at them, they decided to keep going on the loop. It was the start of a beautiful relationship for Tim and Bob that just seemed to blossom.
We could hear them trying to climb the hill to get out of the valley, it sounded steep by the noises and was later confirmed to be a snotty single track that took them a few goes to conquer. They were competant riders too. The loop would take them all the way back to sheepyard flat and was said by them to be a wicked ride with some hand made singles cut into the side of a mountain. It was actually a walking track and was full of suprises and logs….and signs telling you not to go there, but it was the only way home for them:PWith the manlovers gone we all headed back the way we had came and the trouble started there for a few.
We headed back up and noticed how slippery it had got after the rains. Poor old XYtransit was having a hard time climbing them and with some much appreciated assistance from JAK and Gob made it to the corner I was waiting at. When he got to us we told him to stop, but he turned the corner and made it another 5 metres or so before coming a gutsa.
The poor bugger was rooted. He had another go and failed. Upon trying to turn around he nearly fell over but I was there to stop him. I had the whole weight of him and his bike on me for a second and I tell ya, my little legs were shaking under the pressure.:laugh: :laugh:…..I would just like to stop here and point out that XY had never ridden hills before. He said the biggest was steep but prolly only 20 metres, there isnt many hills in deneliquin, where he resides. I think he did a stirling job to conquer what he did, with 100% old bull spirit too. There was only one hill he didnât make all weekend and this was it. In credit to him, not everyone else made it up it either and even some of those that did admitted fluking it. XY is a mountain of a man, on a huge kato 640 with road sprockets and his rear suspension wasnât much to be desired. But his spirit makes up for all that and more.
Anyway, as Adrian, Jak, Gob, XY and I rested on the corner, it was noticed that there was a gate behind us with a âbush experiencesâ sign on it. I had a vague recollection of Brian saying something about a gate earlier in the morning when I was seeing double. I sussed it out and low and behold if you followed it 300m it led back to Brians driveway.:laugh:
Adrian and Gob headed up the hill of death and I lead XY back to the driveway and went back to the corner. JAK and I decided to climb it. It was pretty steep and after the next tight switchback it got steeper and slipperyer and ruttier and rockier. JAK took on the next bit and stopped half way up. I was in stitches watching him put a foot down for balance and slowly do the splits and fall down like a pissed ballerina. I told him to leave his DRZ there and I would use it as a traction aid.:laugh: :laugh: I took off, not having the heart to run over his bike and bounced my way up to the next flat bit. JAK was having a hard time getting traction and after laughing so hard at him that my belly was sore, we were both spent. Looking up from the flat bit I was on, the hill was even worse, with basketball sized rocks making up most of the track. There was no line, it was pin it and prey type of shit.
We went back to the gate and rode the single track back up to the lodge. I had a dirt nap on the way after hitting a rock and turning sideways. I tried to put my foot on the ground but it wasnât there, all fall down I went. it was my turn to do the splits, but i wasnt telling JAK that:laugh:
Upon return to the lodge I found out that Tobes had had about 5 stacks in the space of 3m on that hill. Adrian still cant explain how he got up it!!
It will forever be known as XY Pass now.Everyone had showers and got on the piss. Brian had gone into town and left Sammy in charge of some steamed dimmoâs and more cocky frankfurts, which we all devoured.
We sat around the fire, sorry the circle of truth, and compared crashes. I think I was leading the tally as I had stepped off the kato a bit. I tried to explain that the 300 likes a bit of time on its ownâŚ.. but no one was falling for it.JAK amused us with some more finger knitting stories and posed the question âdidnât everyone think their BMX was actually an X-Wing Starfighter when they were a kid??â
He is one of the dryest humoured blokes ive ever met.Eventually, the amazing Bob and Tim got back, cold and wet. Bob decided my new name should be Garfield, cause im a pussy….i think f**k you was my reply, what about the other dozen blokes that didnât cross the river?? But it was too late and that became my name for the rest of the weekend from Bob….the arsehole.
Im somewhat suss on those two, especially when Bob asked which shower Tim was in?? Sammy heared it and asked why do you need to know that. At least this bromance didnât include actual old bulls, just a couple of ringins.
We had all been laughing about them spending the night in the hills, cuddling up, brokeback mountain style.
I was glad they had made it back, I was a little worried for them, even if no one else seemed to be.:laugh: :laugh:Spaghetti bol was for dinner and it was great. Everyone was too tired for drinking and it was pretty quiet after dinner. I chewed down a couple of whiskys and went to bed at 10pm. I think everyone was waiting for me, the first bloke to pike it, and go to bed as I could hear them all crashing not long after. Unfortunately JAK had to leave due to family commitments, but Choppa was still not allowed back into the bedroom!!
We did the OBT prize draw and the winner was Stevie, he was stoked too. I gave him an OBT sticker as an interim prize until his gets sent to him.
What a day.!!!
SundayâŚ..
We all got up and had pancakes for brekky, sensational they were too. Bob reckoned it would be good to ride over to Jamieson for lunch. XY was out due to some shoulder pain, LC4skin had grown a âcankleâ overnight from a mishap on Saturday and pulled out, Adrian, Dave, Tim and Stevie had to go home and headed off. It was down to Bob Choppa, Tobes, MickP and myself to ride there. Brian gave the boys some directions. He was smirking when giving them and said that there were âsome technical sectionsâ. I stayed well clear of the briefing after my recent stint of wrong turns. The girls were gonna drive to jamieson to meet us for lunch but Brian offered to take them and the rest of the fellas with some lunch and meet us at the pub. He really is a top bloke.
XY and Gob went for their own little tour and got a bit of snow too on their journey. Gob had to leave before lunch and took off.
We fuelled up and headed off towards the river. I nearly overshot a corner but pulled it off somehow. Tobes wasnât so lucky andwent off the edge. He was ok though, just a little shocked.:laugh: After a 4km blacktop detour to avoid getting wet in the river, we took some marginal gravel road up to the first single track that followed the ridges next to the road. The first hill we hit was a rocky staircase that took Choppa out. I went past, semi in control and stalled 50m past , right next to Bob who had layed it down also. MickP just motored past us like it was a tar road. It was inspirational and sickening all at the same time.
shifty old bull he is:laugh: :laugh: Tobes had managed to bounce his way up. We all made it up and stopped. I needed to shed a few layers of clothing and Bob needed some of Micks KTM spares to fix his WR. All was good and we kept going till we got back to the road. The next single was rather precarious too and I think we were all starting to see why Brian was smirking when he said âtechnicalâ!!:dry:
There were a lot of fallen trees to ride under, over or around. Bob was doing it easy as he was leading but the rest of us had some trouble as bob had loosened the dirt up a bit. Mick came unstuck going around a fallen tree and did a death roll down the mountain. I didnât think he was ever gonna stop. It was a pisser!:laugh: :laugh:
At the start of the third single it was getting more and more erzberg like. Bob had gotten through the first major obsticle, I had arsed it around it too. Tobes had a real hard time but got it eventually. Choppa and Mick decided it was to messy and went back down to ride the road road along to meet us. At one stage on this single we had to ride along a rutted white clay cliff edge. It was slippery as. I really didnât want to look down. If anyone stopped there, they would have had to go back for miles to make another attempt. I arsed it. Tobes wasnât so lucky. He hurt his back trying to push his bike through some of it. We got to the end and met up with Choppa and Mick. The next single was even steeper with more white clay and more rocky steps. We all said bugger it and kept to the road. The rest of the ride there was twin trail with some nice erosion mounds.
We rounded a corner and I noticed it get colder. Next thing I see is snow in the edges of the road. I was jumping with joy!! We kept going up the hill and there was more and more snow. We stopped for a photo shoot and I actually started to snow. Something I had never seen before. :woohoo: i was stoked.We took off again and everything was going well, till my rear brake started locking at the slightest touch. At our next stop I saw that my rear pads were shot. I didnât want to root my disc so it was fronts onlyâŚ.and with no engine braking on the 300, I had some spooky rectum clenching moments. I was getting used to it and then we hit the last tracks, a telstra access road. We knew we were close to the town as we could see it. Choppa said âit will have to start decending soonâ, and it did. It was the longest, gnarlyest downhill I think I have ever done. I spent a good part of it with the back wheel dangling in the air. It just went on and on. At the bottom was the beautiful sight of Jamieson township and Brians 4WD sitting outside the pub, 200m down the road. We stopped at the pub and all went down to the park for a feed.
I decided I would follow the 4wd back on the road to save my disc and the rest of the fellas road an easier way back on the dirt.
It was a cold ride and the diesel fumes from the 4wd were making me gag. As soon as we hit the dirt road back to the lodge I pinned it, LC4 reckons I could smell the scotch,:laugh: :laugh: I was flying along at 130 odd km, drifting the corners only to see some lambs cross my path, that made my sphincter tighten I tell ya. The rest of the boys were only half an hour behind and everyone made it home and safe.Choppa and cheryl had to leave, choppa cracked a beer so he wouldnât have to drive, shifty dog.
We all got into the drinks and played pool. We all hit it pretty hard. Especially me and LC. We were both a dribbling mess by midnight when the batterys ran out and it went dark. I went to bed but LC decided he would stay up for a while and sleep on the loungeâŚâŚafter a little chunder outside of course.:laugh: :laugh:I got up early on Monday and felt reasonably good consideringâŚ..
We had some bacon and eggs. LC looked a little worse for wear. We all slowly packed up and cleaned up, said our goodbyes and were on our way home.Next year I wanna go back and do the âhigh country hut benderâ
it was an awesome weekend!!
Other highlightsâŚ..
Bob and Tim fixing the brand new kato with some bandaids after the oil breather hose had melted on the exhaust.
XYs homemade rocky road, itâs the best⌠and his grannys stubby holders are cool too
Choppas bloody stupid hat, so bad its funny
The shitslinging around the fire, no one was immune to it
The pool competition
The love story between Bob and Tim
Brian, what a great bloke. He has infinate knowledge of all things bushy.
Sammy hardly ever leaving her spot by the woodfire and reading 300 plus pages of her book!
Brian telling us we were one of the nicest and cleanest groups he had ever had up there.
Bob, and constantly shitting him, its what I do best
Finally getting home. Im still trying to recover now.
The awesome tracks right at the backdoor
Drinking 4 bottles of scotch
The chicken and vege soup, it made brussel sprouts taste good
No punctures or major breakdowns.
No serious injuries.The old bulls spirit that was always there
a massive thanks go to everyone that attended, especially the blokes that travelled so far, it was my best birthday ever:)
a massive thanks go out to Brian, our guide, cook and general alround legend. he is a good guy, made us laugh at some of his stories and enjoyed a bourbon or two with us;) he makes a mean home made scotch too:)
im sure there is more, my brain is still a little fuzzy:blink:
thanks again,
menace
Had a great weekend thanks menace for all the organisation and encouragement on my riding ability over the weekend. Most dissappointed about smashing the knee on Saturday and not beind able to continue. At least the fire was warm & glowing when you guys returned from the cold.
Apprentice hill in the back ground ( should have climbed this again Saturday morning)
The pack returning Sat afternoon ( Smurfs climb being decended)
here are some pictures from sunday night.
i dont remember taking them:laugh: :laugh: :laugh:
there is also some video that may shed some light on the identity of the squirrel;) :laugh: :laugh: :laugh:
but i will post it tomorrowafter having to repair Tim’s new kato450 with some bandaids, Bob came up with this pearla, the cheeky prick
Tobes and Bob, laughing like a jackel at his handywork:laugh: :laugh: :laugh:
XY and Tobes, chillin in the hood;)
menace displaying signs of over-moderation:woohoo: :woohoo:
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