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AnonymousI went up the Chickens the nite before, was a nice change haven’t been up and seen his family for awhile. I woke in the morning hearing chicken in the kitchen at 5am WTF, I went back to sleep we didn’t have to leave to at least 20 to 8. Funny thing was Ollie had said that we start our rides early, early we used to start at 5.30 to 6am, and this one was an 8am start.
We meet at the camping area and suited up, Gill handed over the seal savers that he and Ollie had made
So once suited up we made onto the sweet single trail we will be using for the Saturday morning loop at the Xmas party, during this I handed the BRP over the Gilli and jumped on the WR. Firstly as light as it felt it is very unbalanced Gilli also said this was the case, the other thing was how doughy it was. We did some open stuff, twin trail and some really tight single line up thru Tiny’s log jump where he tore the rear guard of the chainsaw and smoked thru on the BRP, but he can give his views on it all.
We travelled along at a cracking pace with only 4 very experienced riders, we went past Tiny’s loop past Ollie’s lookout without stopping, Old Bulls in action (wasn’t hot yet) We dropped down to the pub access road and headed away from the pub, the mission to check tracks for the party DOH should have gone to the damn PUB!
Anyway we rode some sweet trails, one had a nasty looking hill that we sent Gilli up to check out, as he has an electric leg and is the youngest, the decision was made that it was unsuitable for a large group. We worked our way back past the camping area and deicided to check out some loops nth of the camping area. We not long got into it when we had had first real break, which when taking into account the temperature wasn’t bad for us old blokes and Gilli.
We left there and got onto a lush trail which lead us down a very steep little hill, that became a very long downhill, I was saying to myself I hope this goes somewhere because I wouldn’t like to get the big girl up it. Its was very over grown as we went along it, vines ready to rip you from the big, soon the track started going down again and down past a white sign with red writing that said F*#k off. Chicken was leading and didn’t give it a 2nd look, soon we came out at Banjo heaven! Fair dinkum I kid up not King Gee’s biggest Market for bib and brace overalls and banjo playing in them there hills. We decided to get of and push the bikes thru the place it was only a short push and we hadn’t seen anyone (they may have been reloading we laughed) as we got to the driveway a lady? came out of the house / shack / shed / banjo house / breeding room a quick serve of the old chicken charm and we continued down the driveway and out onto Martinsville road. Funny thing about the whole chat with her was she said “if my son was home he would say if you come down there you can go back up” when we stopped up the road the general consensus was her son would also be her husband lol
Chicken left us here and we continued back up to the camp area, I had been practicising my wheel stands and pulled of a cracker up the hill and around the corner is was a good one that Gill saw thank god. Ollie hooked us up on a sweet trail back towards the pines that I didn’t know as there. It was along here that I dropped the BRP for the first time in a long time (will now be the start of many), I saw a hill climb we didn’t need the do but thought WTF picked a bad line and made it to within about 3 meters from the top, it didn’t look pretty, major problem was I was paddling and couldn’t get it back into 1st, it was so steep and slippery that I had to drop it to stop it sliding back down the hill. Gilli took a different line and went up making it look easy. On we went back up to the single line that runs parallel with the road along the pines area and stopped to fuel the bikes.
We thought w should go down and look at the boarding house dam to check it for swimming, we dicked around some tracks a real good one that we will more than likely do, it’s a dead end but worth doing, down to the dam we went, long story short, no good. We had a chat with a couple of ranger mechanics test driving a fire tanker they had refurbished, they also said that they has seen and eel massive eel in the water. We chatted with them for a while and then worked our way back.
Some shots from the dam area
The Gasser all dirty
The dutch ranger that knew bikes, dont tell him bikes
BRP
Gill flexing
All in all a 110kms covered at a great pace very good, Cheers Guys
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