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Thanks for that.
the only reason i asked is that when i was shown how to do it over twenty years ago i was told to pack the dust cover. Other than that it is identical to what you have shown.
I think you forgot the hub packing vid
Did mine last weekend and almost mirrored what you have just done.
aido wrote:
Quote:I want to shift up north so i can join in all your fun. Vic oldbulls are just about deadBit harsh aido, we organise rides and you dont turn up
At least some of us are keeping the economy ticking over
I rocks up at 7.40 am with the words “on the bikes by eight” ringing in me ears. Waltz into the van and all is quiet. Theres Bill still in bed doing he’s best bear hibernation impression. He eventually manages to get out that Menace is down having a shower. I pull up a pew outside and light up me Winnie Blue breakfast when all of a sudden i get the feeling i’m in the “Swamp Thing” movie when i see this slothy figure making their way towards me. I soon realise its Menace.
I soon get up to speed about TB and Tonka. An hour later everyone is ready but then Bill realises XY isn’t there. Did anyone go down to his iron lung and wake him up. Another half an hour later we were all ready. Because of the fear of torrential rain forecast it was decided to stay close to home.
The pace was on from the start with a few jibes thrown around about having a person with the initials, Aido, not holding us up. We hit the higher country where there was traction after the rain but unfortunaltly dust. A few new tracks were taken which i found to be great, eventually we arrived at a weir, which the name of escapes me. It had campervans there with the old grey nomads sitting around chatting. We all felt like Wild Hogs as we rode past. A rest there and then back to the trails. On one particular river crossing i thought i saw some of Smurfs tadpoles swimming past so i thought i had better jump of the bike and try and catch them. Unfortunaltly when i did this me leg got caught under the bike. So there i am laying in the river, luckely on some rocks, when Menace comes over and in between chortles and snickering asks if i’m alright. He begins to lift the bike of me when he thinks it would be a good idea to drop it again on me leg. A few words of encouragement from me and he lifted the bike up.
Eventually we make it back to the van and a welcomed bbq was had. So much for the weather forecast.
Load up and head for home. Sunday morning i receive a text that Tonka had passed away. RIP buddie.A few pics.
A taped up helmet by the phantom taper.
Menace giving Bill directions.
The result
A great day but other events put a dampener on it.
Video to come
Walhalla sounds the go.
Driven up there a few times but never on a bike.
