Had a great nights sleep – warm as toast! Awoke to plenty of fog and mist. A very cool morning. The breakfast the Pub laid on was just what we all needed, it was a cracker.
Then we packed up, dressed up and fuelled up. Then we were off.
It started off with plenty of ‘Sunny Corner Loam’ (read rock studded firetrail) I came down a beauty, knocked the stuffing out of me….lucky nobody saw it……a bit pathetic really….I broke my golden rule – it takes ages to warm up and get in the groove, so just plod along! Whhhhack, ouch!
The windrows were terrific all weekend, some were huge, some had shocking landing angles….you know the ones! But overall, great.
When the ground/ track changed to a dark colour, you knew it was sweet loam time……and off everyone went. There were some great tracks…..the creek track was a goody. So was the uphills….the 650 loves the uphills…..it just wants to go!!!
Ghosty had a hilarious moment when he went to sneak around a log……however, his brake lever caught it by a millimetre. The bike stopped dead…..but he kept going….the perfect ball crusher with underbar high flying ‘W’. We snapped the lever off trying to straighten it. He then made up a temporary fix to finish the day.
Not long after the Dr thought he’d stretch the 300’s legs a little and go around the 650. We traded pozzies a few times before he came into a flip flop left right then a hard right hander. As he went passed me under brakes (I usually have to move the engine signal mechanism and tell the steering wheel attendant we are approaching a corner and need to take action (picture the wheelhouse on the Titanic when they sight the Iceberg!!!!) So, he braked a little later than the 650 and locked her up. From here on, things went in slow motion and I’m sure I could telepathically hear his thoughts……”Oooooooossssshhhhhiiittttt………why did I brake so late?……..Ooooo how far does the ravene drop down……..will I be able to get my bike back out……..Will anyone see me…..!!!! It was funny as…..anyway, there was a slightly raised edge that saved his arse and kept him on the road……….lucky D, lucky boy.
We had a great lunch on the river at Nelligan, a lovely spot. Then just a short dash back to the cars.
Hatto put on a great weekend. Looked after all of us like ‘silkworms’. Thanks Hatto, great job. We even got some cash back!
Thanks also to those like Pauly who helped out in prep. and on the weekend. Thanks to the Pub for the great meals and atmosphere they supplied, very good. Thanks also goes to all the local South coast boys for making us feel welcome and showing us a great time!
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