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boonys ok…no tears
Cheking it all out
having a laugh
me on the way back from…dispatch
steve handing out business cards
THE DAM BUSTERS
me on my fuly sic wr 250 in a minefield
heading up **nt hill
2 inch wheely
smoko at the weirs
Whanny tackles **nt hill
pep on his way
RIDE REPORT….TAKE BLOODY TWO!!!!!!!
Ok…I have calmed down now.:blink:
Saturday night had a dinnerparty at home,was going to be a good boy .But all the best plans seem to come undone.After making my last homemade Dark and Stormy i decided to go to bed,it was 2.30am.House turned up Sunday morning at 5.30.We went and fuelled up at the petrol station and jammed a strong coffee down my throat.And decided i havent got time for a hangover.:woohoo:
We met the lads at Nemingha school,Boon has told you who they all were so i wont go there.I too cannot remember that guys name Boony…we shall call him…Mr Green bike.
We pulled up into the forrest and got our bikes and gear ready.It was dark,misty and spooky…The trees were creaking as though they were talking to each other,apprehetion was in the air and the smell of fear was thick…Boony reahed out to hold my hand.. but i pulled away.
There are Bunyips in there…
…and were gonna kick there arse!!!!:woohoo:
Whannys bike tyres(motards) raised a few eyebrows as did his choice of riding gear…blue jeans and Blunstone boots:blink: He was as keen as mustard and busting to get out on the trails.Went through all the motions about the days ride and we were off!!!!
First puddle and whanny….SPLATT:ohmy: …Pep called out “WELCOME TO NUNDLE YOUNG FELLA”and we were all in stitches..including Whanny..Double thumbs up to you son , you had more falls than the stock market and you never stopped smiling.
Half an hour into the ride and the Boonster was getting restless.I think it was the fear of being sweep and what horrible monsters in that forrest might do to him if he falls behind.:unsure:
We hit a main dirt road and Boony was as restless as a virgin in a brothel.:woohoo:
The big fella took the lead and awayyyyy he went.House was behind him and 80 – 90 clicks was about the pace.House saw a Bush wallaby heading towards Boony with intent screaming “BANZI”:woohoo:
The wallabies mission was a success and the Boon went flying through the crisp Nundle air.Now…i did not actually see it as i was at the back of the convoy,but when i came over the rise i felt sick in the guts.There was Boonys bike down in the middle of the road..and Boony next to it.. lying motionless….Things were bloody crook:( ..we all got off our horseys and went to his aid.He didn’t move and was lying there with his eyes shut…then he mumbled something about…”#*#**ing roo,where the ***k did that come from”?Gradually he picked himself up and took stock of the situation.Ripped jersy,pants,broken helmet visor,back pack…rooted.All his boady armour and protective gear saved his butt,no doubt about it.Steve(cycletune) owns his own bike shop,checked out the bruised Narna and and handed Boony his business card.:lol:
Once we established the Boonster was still allive and kicking i grabbed a decent sized rock awent looking for the wounded ferret that bought my mate undone.I paused above Boony , then thought i better fix up the roo first then come back to Boony later and finish him off too, if he was still bitchin about his scratched Old Bulls sticker.You know your unfit when you have trouble catching up with a one legged bush wallaby:blush: Eventually made it back to the group and with the dirty deed behind me and we all got back on our way again.Had to draw straws as to who would lead from here on as the Suicide roos were now out in force by the hundreds…thousands…ah stuff it…MILLIONS:woohoo:
We found a few nice little single trails and pulled up at an intersection.Boony was now starting to feel a fair bit of pain and we were fresh outa cement powder.He decided that he and Pete(Bandicoote)would head home so we all bid them both farewell.First there was 7…now only 5…the evil forrest was having its wicked way with us:unsure: .
The “Fab 5”
continued on and we were having a ball.My sexy fully sic white WR250 was chewin up the mud and House was on a brand new WR 450 fresh outa the box.We had a few funny little races up and down a few tracks and the weahter was starting to improve.We decided to head towards Dungowan Dam,which involved alot of creek crossings and plenty of slippery mud.Whanny was starting to look like a drowned rat and he even roosted me an Pep after we picked him up outa one dirty bog hole:woohoo:We made it to the dam wall and took in the serenity,planned futre rides,fishing,camping and all that good blokey crap.We thought we better head back as Whanny was starting to dry out and we couldn’t have that could we?Good riding and we pulled up at “***t hill”…steep mother that just goes on and on!!..All made it to the top and the mud was left behind us.Decided to head home as House was now on reserve and we rode back on an open dirt road.Froze my gonads off.:blink:
Loaded the bikes and said our farewells,then poor ol Steve(Cycletune)got bogged in his flash ute then blew a tyre.That was the farewell from the evil spirits of the Nundle Forrest:dry: .Didnt manage to see a Bunyip…but they are out there….LURKING:unsure: :unsure: :unsure:
House took a few photos on the day,his skills in photography are as good as my skills when it comes to chucking a wheely.I will try to post them with that photo bucket thing…wish me luck.
All in all agreat day out with fellow Bulls and any time any of you other peanuts wanna come up here for a ride we would only be too happy to take you into the”Forrest of Fear”!!!!
Bol:woohoo:wouldnt mind going a bit earlier.You are more than welcome Whanny to come along.I reckon meet at woolimin at 6.30.riding by 7….oh,and i have allready packed mine,Houses and Boonys bike.:woohoo:
