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It was a bit bloody hot for a ride but we were silly enough to head out any way. An early start saw most of the ride done before the heat of the day. For some reason I still haven’t bothered to explore, my XR wouldnt start after 8 kicks so I gave up on it and grabbed the Tenere.
A bit of a run up over Bago ensued, I was surprised how well the Teneres climb hills even with the standard tyres still fitted. We mainly did fire trails until we got out towards Comboyne, then I tried the Ten out on some easier singles and over grown trails, for a reasonably big bike they go pretty good in the tighter stuff except the mirrors kept catching on stuff.
Anyhow after a bit of a climb up toe Elkhorn Rock road we were heading to Comboyne Rock when I stopped at a corner and realised XY and Dickie were no longer following, I headed back a couple of kms and found XY holding the front end of the Kato and claret pouring out of a couple of wounds that really needed stitching, the big fella is pretty tough and declared he was happy to carry on. A zipp tie and a bit of bush mechanic work saw the Kato fire up, a elbow guard applied to to XY’s wounds saw most of the blood being mopped up.
WE headed up to Comboyne Rock to give XY a look over Bago and the Comboyne Plateau before we headed off back towards Wauchope. We popped out onto the main road near Bago Winery and a short slab run over the windy bits saw me lead the lads back into Greggs road for some more bush before we got back to Wauchope. Again at a corner I realised the boys weren’t there again so I back tracked and found them with from the left side of XYs bike what appeared to be a flat tyre, no drama I though, I have a spare tube. It wasnt until I saw the right side of the tyre that I realised that my spare tube wasn’t really going to help the situation. It appears that the bead wires had broken and the bead came off the rim.
It was only about 5 kms to town on the tar so it was decided to limp the bike back to my place as amazingingly enough the tube was still pumped up!
What ensued next was some of the funniest riding I have ever witnessed with the big Kato crabbing up the road at 50kms an hour with XY trying to sit up on the tank to get the weight off the back wheel. The last hill we had to get up was the end of it all as the tube finally decided to give up the ghost and explode in a spectacular manner! The tyre started flapping about like a porn star’s tockley before the Kato came to an unceremonial stop, 1 km from my place. Dickie grabbed his ute and rescued XY and the Kato before a feed of chip sandwiches plus a bit of bench racing finished off a good ride.
