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Party on murph :cheer:
The big 50 :woohoo:
You fricken legend
Great work dobing him in dude
May you get heavily molested by turkeys murph :woohoo:
Bol :woohoo:menace wrote:is this a ride report or the complete series of Days of our Lives…..hurry the fuck up Bols :laugh: :laugh: :laugh: :laugh:
cool your jets Menace :laugh:
I didn’t realize you were such a fan of “Adventure Ride Reports”
Might get to do the next instalment this arvo, not easy writing with your arm in a bloody sling :blink:
Bol :woohoo::laugh: :laugh: :laugh:
Well worth the read boze
Thanks mate
Bol :woohoo:Rear Spring off a D9 would suit you Snowy
Bol :woohoo:Good work Andy
You’ll get a job as a Ranger up there soonBol :woohoo:
Day 6
Shithouse sleep, if that’s what you can call it. Sore as a bastard. :blink:
The lads dismantled my bike and threw it into the back of the support vehicle. The rest of the crew headed off to finish the old telegraph track and ride through the famous Gun barrel crossing.
Roy and I headed to Heathfield Ranger station to link up with DA GERMAN. He wasn’t there. One lost German, oh well, he will turn up somewhere unless Ivan Milat got him. :unsure:
Stopped in and had a look at Fruit bat falls, very pretty place. Plenty of bumps in the road which was giving me curry. We made our way to the Jardine River and had a few tinnies while waiting for the ferry. Endones and beer were starting to take effect and I was having the time of my life. :silly:
We went and checked out a few WW2 plane wrecks around an old WW2 airbase. Roy & I Pulled up at Bamaga Hospital, this was an experience in itself. My nurse was a huge Kiwi fella. He swore like a trooper and asked if I had had any pain killers, told he about the Endones ad he said “F%$# Bro…we can’t even get those !!!”Little Indian Doctor turned up and jabbed his finger into my collar bone & declared it broken. I nearly declared his jaw broken. X ray machine was broken down, so the big kiwi Nurse handed me over to his cousin and she made me a nice little foam sling for me. 
We headed off to Liberty Beach where we were to be camping for the next 2 nights. We found DA GERMAN at the entrance to the camping ground asleep next to his bike. :laugh: DA GERMAN was very rooted. We set up camp and DA GERMAN collapsed on his camp bed in the sun where he stayed comatose for the next 4 hours. :huh:
The rest of the fellas turned up with wild stories of Wolferis riding off a bridge and crashing into the wing of a WW2 plane wreck. Everyone was pretty excited as we were now at the Torres Straights and tomorrow we would be at the tip of Cape York. :woohoo: Cold beers on the beach watching the sun set massive feed that night with steak and chocolate cake.
Bloody well had to sleep on a camp chair that night, not much fun in that. :pinch:
The lads riding
Fruit bat falls
Some other falls the lads went to
Speaking of falls…hello Wolferis :laugh: :laugh: :laugh:
Jardine River Ferry etc
WW2 plane wrecks and the wing House pushed Wolferis into House 2 -Wolferis 1 :laugh:
My big Nurse and little Doctor at Bamaga hospital :cheer:
Liberty beach
to be continued :cheer:
Day 5
Packed up camp and headed to Archer River road house to regroup and refuel. House got another flat on the way out of the camping spot. :dry:
We were greeted by a little mob of cows and calves in the parking area at the road house. The word must be out with the bovines of the north that the old bulls are here and they are queuing up to get a look at us. :cheer:
We had a little team meeting and Roy told us that this next bit of riding was going to be hard and fast and very sandy. It was decided to split the group into 2 mobs. One lot to head out to what was known as the Frenchman’s line, and the other to head north on the development rd and us all to meet at Birtie Creek.6 decided to do the Frenchman’s and the other 4 the other way. The Frenchman’s line is a bloody awesome track, crossing the Wenlocke and Pascoe Rivers multiple times. It’s just about all sand and best ridden flat bicky. :woohoo:
We stopped and had a look at an old Gold mine on the Wenlocke River before we went mental on the track. :woohoo: Wolferis had a spectacular off, dust and sand pluming into the sky like a nuclear bomb had hit. :ohmy: Apparently he has it on Gopro so I’m looking forward to that little viewing. :laugh: Lunch time had us dragging our bikes across the Pascoe waste deep with a few bikes getting a bit of water in them. A very gnarly exit out of this river. Our eyebrows were raised when mum, dad and the kids came roaring down the track to cross it..And they think we are mad?? :blink:
It was the only 4wd we saw on this track, which was good as the pace we were travelling most of the time could have made things interesting re; head-ons.(2 young blokes died last year, not with this tour company though).
Meet up at Bramwell junction Mal had a pie and we watched a chopper take off. We had a yarn to a few blokes on KTM’s. They had the shits as dirty fuel made them strap drag a KTM about 60 km through the Frenchman’s Line. KTMs?..say no more.
We started on the Old Telegraph line. What and awesome track, sandy and washouts everywhere. About 15 km from our campsite at Birdie Creek I came “a gutsa” not quite sure what happened but my bike left the track, took out a tree and spat me back onto the track. :pinch:
I decided to lie on the sand for a while and try and remember how to breathe again. After my head stopped spinning I thought “f@#$ that was a corker!!!” .I didn’t really feel like moving, so I just lay there looking up at the vast blue sky. :silly:
I heard the sound of motorbikes and thought shit, gunna have to get up now. Scott, Wolferus and Damo pulled up. They picked up my bike then I tried to get up. Holy snappin ducks, that hurts like a bastard. :ohmy: I broke my bloody collar bone. :pinch: :pinch: :pinch:
Scott rode on to tell the others at camp and Wolferis and Damo stayed there to take the piss. In between tears there were plenty of giggles. :laugh: About 45 minutes later Roy & Graham turned up on the Berg and were instant bush medics. Made a sling out of Damo’s riding jersey and jammed a few Endones into me. :S I hopped on the back of my own bike (undamaged), & Graham drove me off to the camp. He was very considerate and did his best, but 2 river crossings, sand and untold washouts nearly sent me to the loony bin. :pinch: :silly: Made it to the camp and the lads helped me get my gear off (that sounds bad I know) :huh:
Simon also had a big off and hit a tree on the same track and copped a huge bruise and swelling on his guts. :pinch: Bravely he had to ride on as he just lost his seat in the support vehicle when I turned up and trumped his injury. I was a bit pissed that I was not going to make it to the Cape on a bike, but hell, It could have been a lot worse.. so all good. Beer, pain killers and f%^$ all sleep. Can’t even remember if there was cake that night. :huh: :ohmy: :huh:House gets another flat :whistle:
Archer River Roadhouse
Wenlocke River Gold mine
Pascoe River crossing on the Frenchman’s line :cheer:
4wd madness :ohmy:
Bramwell Junction
Old Telegraph track,still a few Telegraph posts about
My little off..and the offending tree :pinch:
sad puppy dog eyes
Bush medics
Bush Ambulance :blink:
To be continued :cheer:
Glad you blokes are enjoying this :laugh:
Wolferis was nearly left under a bridge
but you’ll have to wait for day 6 for that storyBol :woohoo:
Day 4
OMG.rum…burp..struth. :sick: Poo fairy shat in my mouth. :sick:
Got up to greet the day with a bloody great hairy brown spider crawling out of my riding pants as I was putting them on, hmm, that could have been interesting. :dry:
Very big day ahead of us today, probably not the best idea to get stonkered the night before, but whatever, we shall soldier on. Manflu had started to take hold with about half the crew under the weather. :sick:
Our mission today was to get to the Archer River for another night under the stars. Again we headed north, bloody 4wd’s everywhere for the first 50km.Dustfest.Wide open country with massive termite mounds as far as the eye could see. We pulled up for smoko at a river crossing with a proper bridge and went looking for more crocs. No crocs this time but a very cranky Mickey bull came out of the scrub bellowing at us on the other side of the bridge. He would go crashing back into the scrub and come back out giving us a gobfull. He must have known we were old bulls. :laugh: Bloody Hilarious. :laugh: Not so funny when I pulled up near him to give him a gobfull and my bike stalled. Just as well that bull knew nothing about bikes, I was a sitting duck. :unsure:
Met the support vehicle at a billabong a bit further up the track and we refuelled a got bitten by 5000 mozzies (only mozzies I saw on the whole trip).
Thankfully we then turned off into private property at Lily vale Station. This was our first introduction to sand riding. We hit long sections of pure thick sand and blokes were coming off left right and centre. We stopped at a beautiful lily infested lagoon. If I was a croc, this is where I would live.
Graham gave us all the heads up on how to ride sand properly and it got easier from then on, although blokes were still coming off at a great rate of knots. House had his one and only off, slow pace in the sand. He thought he got away with it until we go home and found it on his Gopro clips.
We rode through some country owned by the Aboriginals called Lama Lama. To keep myself amused I made up songs in my head for awhile using the words Lama Lama. :silly:
We had lunch at a creek crossing and I spent most of the time head down in the creek trying to cure myself of my Devilish hangover. At this creek, Chris “DA GERMAN” !!! Started rattling on about how he had devised a cunning plan on how to master sand riding (he yells like a German) “TO RIDE SAND,1ST GEAR NO CLUTCH”!!! Much to our amusement. :laugh: It was going to take this lad 3 weeks to get to the top with that idea.
We came back out onto a public rd and made our way towards Coen. Graham took via a twin trail short cut through some old mining country in the hills. Rocks, washouts, ruts and more rocks. By this stage I’m starting to fade badly, hit a washout and bike number 4 and I went sailing through the air. :ohmy:
We both landed on the only patch on the hill that didn’t have a rock on it. Well that was lucky. :unsure: No damage done and onwards. :cheer:
Pulled up at an intersection and I was proper rooted. House and a few of the lads were there and he said keep going. Be F%$#ed I said..I’m having a F$#@ing breather. :angry: House then explained to me that the Coen pub was only 3 km down the Rd. Oh?… Ok, I’m cured. :cheer:
Coen is an old Gold mining town. The Exchange Hotel awaited us and the schooners of XXXX went down a treat. Some funny bugger put an ”S” in front of the pubs name on the roof, very amusing. Lots of historical photos in the pub and a few of the local native girls were playing pool and gobbing off at each other with some of the queens choicest English language (god bless their little cotton socks).
Refuelled our bikes and discovered Wolferus had a flat. Jordan changed the tyre in between spews. Man flu had hit the poor young fella bad. :ohmy:
Made it to the Archer River and a secret little camping spot right on the water. No crocs here. Had a spin for Barra, got a hit but the bugger didn’t hook up. Had a steak instead. Awesome camp under the stars and slept like the Gods.Refuelling on the go
Mozzyville
Lilyvale & Lama Lama
Lunchbreak, water was awesome, my head was on fire :pinch:
Pulled up at this cool lake
Sand
Coen pub…there is a God :cheer:
Camp at the Archer River
DA GERMAN GOING FOR A BATH !!!
And More Cake :cheer: :cheer: :cheer:
To be continued :cheer:
True Smally, hope your not Menaces twin
Happy birthday fella :cheer:
Bol :woohoo:Lift ya game Strucky…days half over
happy birthday Rob
Bol :woohoo:Yeah Bone head
Happy birthday
Look forward to seeing you under my roost in NovemberBol :woohoo:
Wolferis finally got me his pics :huh: :huh:
Which I have just added into my previous posts.
Videos will be at the end :cheer:
Working on this next bit now.
Bol :woohoo:
