Hey punters, how they hangin!
Thought I’d tell what I done on the weekend.
I went bike riding. Oh did I mention it was in trail riding heaven!
Cause people like to be seen with me, 10 others decided to come for the weekend. The cool crew for this weekend were as follows.
Boony ,KTM250 weapon
Polly ,Massey Ferguson 400
Snowy, CRF farm bike 250
Damien, sick sounding kwaka 450
King Bolls royal corgi 450
Damus TTR round up machine 250
Steve, Cycletune, KTM 2013 250, stole it from his shop.
Shane, same as Bolls
Paul, rock chucking KTM 525
Col, see Damien but without the sick sounds.
Ben 300 ding ding hussy.
Everyone except Steve, bolls, ben and col made it there in time for the Friday session.
Apparently because I broke a long lived tradition Snowy and Damien fell off, I recon it was pilot error. I even took gumby for a lap or two that day.
We covered what felt like 20 million miles of main road looking for some god forsaken quarry that one of the peanuts on the ride recon was there somewhere? Of course we didn’t find it, however we did find the best trail in Australia to lose a few mates on, Damien and Paul were nominated as the sacrificial lambs and over the edge we pushed them. They were gone for ages and then snows phone rang, I answered it and bugger me dead if it wasn’t Damien, I told him to P off and get off the phone because i was trying to hear 2 mates of mine that were lost in the wilderness. When we found them they were actually only 10 feet from us and of course they couldn’t get back up this really slight incline and we had to get off our bums and strap them back up the hill.
We finished off our trail fossicking and headed for the eskies.
The rest of the crew finally had the decency to arrive and we had 1 or 2 ambers. Why is it always that last beer that gives you a cracker of a head ache the next day.
When the next day finally arrived we suited up and set sail on what can only be described as some of the best trails I have ever ridden.
Snow and I shared the lead duties throughout the day and good old Damus kept the crew flowing from the sweep position all day. We did do 1 or 50 challenging little hill climbs and some of these tripped up the big bores on the ride, but the little 2fiddies creamed them all day long.
No real major offs and the boys all said hell yeah when someone mentioned it being beer o’clock.
That night was again hilarious around the camp fire.
The traditional Sunday ride is a wind down ride; I lead the survivors on a sweet little 40 k ride to have a look at some local sites,
I can’t wait for the next ride in trail bike heaven
Boony
