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LC4skin wrote:
Quote:I just figured out my fax machine can scan shitWell done LC, you are a champ. Thanks for the email.
LC4skin wrote:
Quote:I can see polka dots in every photo!That is only because he has been smoking some “Wonoona wicked”
Did we get a good coverage?? A whole page??
Yeah I grabbed one of those M2R helmets for my young fella and it does look the goods, removable liner and all. Value for money to the max!!
And yes Mal did look after me on the price.
No LC I dont tend to slur when I type.I log out at about 9pm so I dont post too much when I am pissed. :laugh:
BOLLOCKS wrote:
Quote:oh dear…please excuse my filthy mouth crossing that boggy marsh….what a disgrace :blush:Yeah you are mr Potty Mouth aren’t you Bollocks. The Rowan looks like Jesus as he walks back to his bike. It looks for all money that he walks ON the water.
Trailboss wrote:
Quote:. Yes a strong leg for one of those options is required :laugh:TB
A good technique is more important than a strong leg.
LC4skin wrote:
Quote:well, well, well it looks like a few of the usual suspects are logged on this morning.you gotta love RDOs
I usually log on at 5am to sort out the drunken dribble that goes on during the night……LOL
After being so well looked after when I dropped into Suttos a week or two back I couldn’t help myself and got on the phone to Mal and bought some more stuff.
Earlier in this thread someone asked about whether Suttos do mail order, well the answer is yes and they do it well!!!
I ordered a set of Barkbusters for the XR and a new M2R helmet for my son yesterday (got an awesome price too) and they were delivered and on my desk at 10am this morning. Less than 24hrs after ordering them they were delivered to me over 300km away!!!! ONYA Sutto’s!!xy-transit wrote:
Quote:hey XR70, you don’t have any action pics of you on it?!?!or do i smell a rat?!?!
not the Rat but a rat.
i concur BeeCee
as great as the Lil XR is, the 65 2T’s would rip quite well also.The IP address checks out as being from a provider from St Lois in The USA.
BOLLOCKS wrote:
Quote:front of Ollies bike does the job
So does his gob and nose.
Part 2
I over took a RV ( motorhome) and then went to
over take a truck but when I got beside it the truck
sped up and I had to really give it to the bike to get
around him. When I got in front he came right up my
ass, hit me with the lights and sat on my tail for a
while . i gave him the ” whats your problem” gesture
to no avail, he continued right up my ass, so I
dropped speed and let him go around. As he was beside
me he just pulled staright in and made me go off the
road. When I pulled back onto the road he pulled over
as far as he could into the gravel and kept on
throwing up rocks and gravel. I still had no idea what
his problem was but I was keen to find out. I had only
just filled up and had about 240 miles of range and I
knew that there was a weigh station about 200 miles
ahead, so I just sat in behind and waited. He slowed
down for me to go around him as he had had his fun but
I was still a bit pissed at him and just sat in behind
for when he stopped.He realised that I wasnt going to
overtake him so he stopped on the side of the road and
the little friendly angel on my left shoulder said “
keep going, its not worth the hassle” and deep down I
knew this to be the case so I just rode on by.But then the guy on the other shoulder, and you
all know who he is and who is the stronger of the two,
started in my ear. So I swung around and headed back.
I wasnt really angry any longer so I didnt have that
added ” angry strength” so I decided to assess the
situation.He didnt get down from his truck and just wound
down the window and I just asked him, from the other
side of the road what his problem was and he went on
about how I overtook him on unbroken lines, which I
didnt, but he felt that it was his job to police the
highways . He still hadnt gotten out of the truck so I
swung around and pulled up beside the truck and he was
still waffling on about how many bike riders he had
picked up off the roads blah blah blah. I had assessed
> that by not getting down from the truck, that I, in
> fact had worried him ( he could probably tell that I
> was in fact an” adventure motorcyclist” and far
tougher than any normal motorcyclist)So i just told
him that I see heaps of trucks in ditches and on their
sides and blah blah blah, and finally I said that he
was lucky that It was me, the friendly adventure
motorcyclist and not someone else and next time he
played silly bastards …….and with this he flew out
if the truck and was standing next to me asking
whether I had called him a bastard? Which essentially
I hadnt called him one and I was still sitting in my
bike with my michelin man suit and helmet on and was
wondering what sort of fighter I would be in this
gear. He was bigger than I had assessed and he had the
1970’s handlebar mustach and covered in tattoos. I had
assessed the situation wrongly………again.” did you call me a bastard” he was yelling at
me by this stage and I was still abit like the
kangaroo in the NRMA commercial just before the car
swerves off the road. ( big eyes and just didnt know
what to do.)Again , when am I ever going to grow a brain?
passed through my mind. Then could he punch me through
the open part of my helmet.Then the little angel said to say ” NO” which I
agreed was the best answer for this situation.He asked me again ” did you call me a bastard?”
to which I replied as I got of the bike ” “NO” and I
was quite pleased that I had cooled the situation but
then ” I called you a silly bastard ” came out after
the initial ” NO” obviously the LES was taking over. I
was ready to fight this trucker in the middle of the
Alaska highway. Whats happening to me ??As soon as I got off the bike the guy bolted to
the back of the rig ( thats a trucker term for the
actual truck part not the trailer) and grabbed this
bag assed crow bar from the tool compartment. I was on
the bike in a sparrows fart and as he got closer to me
I could see that he was serious so I just dropped the
clutch and got the hell out of there. I went about 30m
up the road and Les was still in control so I turned
around again and headed back and he came running up
the road with this crow bar. I was able to convince
Les that it was in our better interests to get out of
there ASAP. Off up the road I went. About 10 minutes
later, guess who was on my tail!! Yep…the mad
trucker. I didnt know what to do so I just went as
fast as I could. Unfortunately the bike isnt made for
high speeds and there are no corners on these roads. I
could get away, but luckily I came to a small town
which had a sighn for the police so I did the
concerned citizen thing and went to the cop
shop.I went in and relayed my story to the nicest
copper in the world and he was pissed off. The fact
that the truck was from Alaska therefor being American
not Canadian made him even angrier. He called the
weigh station in White Horse and relayed the info and
asked them to get all the drivers details as they
would issue him with a ticket. Just on my
report.He told his offsider as if I were his long lost
cousin from Australia.” this guy isan ossie from down ( thats how they
Aussie) ” why didnt you just wressle the guy like you
do those crocodiles?” giggle gigglewe did all the formalities and assured me that
they would get the guy, then he put on this real
serios face and said ” can I ask you a serious
question?”i wasnt sure where we were going but said
“yeh”and he asked ” do Australians really say CRIKEY
all the time?” I assured him that we didnt and that he
watches to much Crocodile hunter and then shook hand
and out of there. Mind you I was still on the lookout
for the mad trucker all the way to White Horse where
I spent the night had a few beers, hit the hay and got
on the road at 6am>
More animals. Big herds of bison and carriboo, bears,
goats and horned sheep. I crossed over the border into
Alaska and still had 300 miles to go to get to
Fairbanks and it was getting late so I was pretty
weary and concerned about the amount of Moose that
were on the sides of the road. I managed to get to
Fairbanks around 1130pm.I spent the next day getting prepared for the 970 mile
dirt road ride to the Arctic circle and then on to the
town of Deadhorse ( Prudhoe Bay) the highest possible
place to goto on the American continent. 70 degrees on
the latitude.While at a bike shop I ran into a German
guy who was doing the same trip so we decided to ride
together.
7 am start and course it was wet.Luckily I put
motocross tyres on the bike !!We got going and the
ride turned out to be pretty tough. They use calcium
something on theroad to make the dird go hard but when
wet its MUD!! I let the german guy (Mikey) go up front
as he has only ridden road bikes.We got up to Prudhoe
Bay at around 8pm and went in search of a camp ground!
Thistown has been built on Tundra using gravel to make
the land fill. So there is no grass and the entire
town is there just for the oil .No one actually lives
there its seasonal and if it cant be brought there on
a truck , it doesnt come. The buildings are all
demountable and very industrial looking. We spent a
few minutes asking around as to where we could camp
and we were told that it is ok to camp in the gravel
carpark of the airfield.
This placeis so far north that during summer it just
doesnt get dark.At 11pm it was still like 11am.
I went into the demountable “Prudhoe Bay Hotel” to use
the loo and I read on a sign…
” When going outside first search the soroundings for
bears BEFORE leaving the building” ” Yes folks we have
bears in town and the WILL maul you. Be very very
careful” ” They are cute , but they DO kill!!!
Hmmmmmmmmmmm I thought. Tent , Hotel , tent ,
hotel!!????? Fuck that ……HOTEL.
How much for a room? i asked with my Australian charm.
$150USD!!!!!!
F…………….ck!!!! I thought with my Australian
charm. Damn!!!
Thats a weeks buget. I cant spend that. So I went
outside to look for a place to stay and I found an old
machine shed that was a small shipping container with
a small door that I could crawl through.Not the nicest
place I have stayed but cheap!!The door door didnt
close soI just put my bike in front of it and seemed
to keep the boogie man out. ( Do you think the boogie
man would still hang around when there is no darkness
to work in ???)
the next day went on a $37USD 7 mile bus ride through
the oil fields to the Arctic ocean with a tour group
from on of the cruise ships that do tha Alaska
cruises.
Got to the Arctic and we had to swim as oit was a nice
day and I wanted to be one of the few Australians to
swim in the Arctic. Thought it was a good idea at the
time but once I jumped in I realised that I had
underestimated the actual coldness of the water and
overestimated my Aussie toughness. I could barely
breath and my old fella …….well you know!!! I
didnt plan to go in when we left the hotel so I didnt
have any swimmer and went in in my reg grundies. When
I got out the old ducks on the tour were whoopin and
hollering and carrying on like they were at the
Chipindales. I think I was more photographed than then
wild life!! I thinkit was because they hadnt seen one
that small!!!!!
Got out and got the German guy to hold the towel up
while I got out of the wet undies and have a guess
what he did……yep……like a child he walked away
while I had my undies off.Standing there all alone in
the nick…..fun fun joy!!!!
I managed to get over the embarasement enough to get
back on the bus, but out of it all I got shouted a
free lunch and a place to stay in three different
locations. The things an adventure motorcyclist has to
do to get a free feed!!
Rode back chewing Mikeys dust all the way for 10
hours.Got backaroun 12pom and went to a pub for a
couple and when I got back to the hostel I went to
where I thought my bed was and there was somneone in
it so I went out to the shed and slept.
At 5 the next morning the lady that ran the place came
in and scared the hell out of me , but informed me
that there wasnt anyone in the bed it was just the
doorner and my clothes that i had left in the drier.
I was awake so I hit the road for Dawson City in the
Yukon, Canada.Thats it for now im getting rsi and I have to atke
care of my hands..No spell check so…….
I left Alaska after a few short days as the visa system
has changed and I was no longer able to travel into
the states from Canada or Mexico. I have to now wait
for an interview with the consulate who can decide
whether I am suitable enough a person to receive a
visa enabling me to continue my Journey.Waiting waiting waiting……
After leaving Alaska I headed for a small town called
Dawson city. It was like being thrown back into “The
good the bad and the ugly”. Unsealed roads , saloons
with swinging doors on each corner. It was a really
cool place.
The hostel is on the banks of the mighty Yukon River,
a river that travels for around 2600miles from the
mountains in the Yukon to the Arctic Ocean. It has a
really good flow to it and a lot of people rent canoes
in Whitehorse and float down river to Dawson and then
some continue onto the Arctic Ocean. I met two swiss
guys who were doing that.They sort of wish that they
hadn’t met me as I had them drinking late into the non
existent night and they only came for 1 nights and
stayed for 5. It can happen , I seem to have that
effect on people , special talent!!
It was daylight for 24 hours a day and it really
created problems on the old bod on top of the original
ones.
I met up with an Australian guy traveling with a New
Zealand chick and were riding bicycles to Alaska from
the top of Vancouver Island.They also stayed longer
than expected. We were out having a drink at the
Saloon and were a little merry when the conversation
of “Adventure” came up and we were tossing up whether
we wanted to travel from Whitehorse to Dawson by canoe
as it would be interesting and as you are only too
aware I………am the true king of Adventure,
so……we had a chat and the other decided that they
didn’t want to spend the time or $ doing it. So by now
I had these great plans of my ” adventure ” bubbling
away in my “adventure specific ” mind.
By the end of a few more jugs…(thats beer , not the
female variety. I am way too politically correct to
call hooters “JUGS) anyway here was I ……..more
beer ….had a few and I had developed my master plan
for the “Yukon Adventure” I couldn’t be pleased with
just the regular old ” rent a boat and float the river
style story” I had to out do any previous (supposed)
“adventure travelers”. Its quite easy to see yourself
as some type of modern day superman( why do we say
modern day , does anyone remember a ancient day
superman? sorry just a passing thought…..perhaps the
doctors were correct?!!!!)
I, Anthony Debreceny “king” of adventure travelers
would fly by float plane to a remote part of the river
with only the materials to build myself a RAFT ala Tom
Sawyer. When I divulged the secrets of my adventure
mind to the rest of the riff raff I was shot down in
flames faster than the Iraqi air force. They gave me
the old ” we know you think you are the Crocodile
hunter , crocodile dundee and Alby Mangles” look but
basically you are a dickhead!!!! You see I know I’m a
dickhead, so I don’t think that that is so bad, its the
ones who are dickheads but don’t think they are, they
are the ones that are the hard work, not me…!!!????
Not much more was said of the Adventure , but now I
was determined to prove them wrong, The DEBRECENY factor
had taken over……
The next morning I woke, felt fine and went in search
of a hardware store where I picked up a tomahawk, some
wire , rope , a waterproof storage bag and went to
the mobile phone shop and rented a sat phone( the trip
was working out to be more expensive than the renting
a canoe idea, but that was no longer an option,…..
armatures) Went to the tire store and got 8 used truck
tires and I was set, get some MR Noodles ( 2 minute
noodles, the Adventure motorcyclists friend) . I
checked with the plane guy, he also thought I was a
dickhead and advised me on where he thought would be a
good place to start the flight and said that it would
be $300….ouch…….damn…. costing way too much, but it
was too late , the fellow travelers were looking to
me for inspiration, I had to complete the
journey……it was set in stone…….I mad plans for
2 days later and I set about practicing to make a
raft……..time spent tying up my younger brother (
when I was actually bigger than him and he wasnt as
damn tough as he is today) came in handy with the
knots……and the ever faithful wire and
duktape……2 of mans greatest inventions,( after the
Woman of course)
I had everything sorted after the first day of
practice….all there was to do now was to relax and
mentally prepare myself for the arduous journey ( I
wanted to say Adventure but ……I want to also save
it for the end)
As it was always daylight and I am always looking for
some adventurous type of activity I though that I
would rustle up the troop for a game of midnight
golf.Yes…….midnight golf. After a wee afternoon
nap we headed up to the golf course with a few beers
that we had prepared earlier and checked in a 10:00 as
the pro leaves at 10:30 and waited for the all
important stroke of midnight. I had managed to gather
only one other player and his partner ( onlooker) to
join me in the challenge of the day. We both tee’d up
and blasted off at the stroke of 12:00pm. Wow…i hear
you say ……midnight golf…..back here in Wauchope
(or some other small country town) nothing ever really
happens and you are playing midnight
golf…wowowowowowowo
YOU didn’t miss anything, It felt just like I was
playing at lunchtime with jet lag and I played like an
old women………..square up ….practice
swing…nice ……bring the club back slowly…eye on
the ball…….not too much power in the
swing….KILLLLKLLLLLL The ballllll……slice
……..hook……hoookk……throw club…..anyway I
stopped counting at 64 and we only played 9 holes, and
I didn’t count airswings and I don’t think you have to
count the times you throw the ball to an easier spot
or kick the ball out of the rough if you tee off after
midnight…..so fun
night….luckily we had a few beers to get us through
the night though .The following day we got up late and went and saw a
huge dredge that they use to mine gold. It was amazing
as it is the biggest wooden floating dredge in North America
and the technology they had then is quite
unbelievable.Later in the evening we went to a saloon that was
famous for having the sour toe shooters. There is a
guy that found a big toe in a cabin, the rumor is that
it had just fallen off from frost bight, and he
brought it back and now it is the star attraction at
the saloon. You buy a shot of whatever and then you
get this guy to drop the toe into the shot, He then
goes through a speech about how to drink it and that
you have to make the toe hit your lips or you don’t
get the certificate.
I being the only true adventure traveler amongst the
guys I went with had quite a bit of unwanted pressure
into doing the shot. Not really keen I thought, but I
did have a reputation to maintain. Yukon Jack was the
drink of choice . My turn came, got the speech and
down it went, let the grubby old toe touch the lips and
I meandered back to the table with the old ” didn’t
really want to do it but there you go baaaaastards”.
As it turned out I was the only one in the group to do
the shot but there was a line for most of the night.
One lady that did it wanted the guy to go outside and
let her kids do it in some ginger ale. He did.. they
did…..strange place. Apparently two toes have been
swallowed and one was thrown out by the cleaner. The
toes are now in regular supply from various strange
toe less people.
I decided to head off as I was hitting the skies to my
destination at 9am.
Morning came and so did the rain, but you all know how
used I am to that.
Got all my stuff in the dry bag and got the plane.
It was a really neat ride in the plane, only 30
minutes but really nice.
the guy dropped me off about 200 miles from Dawson by
river and I must admit I was a little unsure as
whether I made the right decision as there was nothing
around anywhere and I did think that as I was doing
it there would be some equally adventure seeking
person only too eager to do the trip
with..mistake…everyone thought I was nuts and in
hindsight ……perhaps I was but, deep down I new i
was thus the sat phone…..
He sat me next to a big rocky landing and there was a
head of driftwood so I was excited that I wouldn’t have
to go into the Bear country looking for wood. I
checked the sat phone and had coverage and said my
goodbye’s to the pilot who said he would inform the
police of my journey and that it would take around 6
days…..”shit” i thought that i would be able to do
it in 3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!seed of doubt was planted ( ever
so quietly)
Off to work I went , I managed to get enough smallish
logs from the driftwood collection but cutting it with
my $22 tomahawk proved to be a challenge. Had all that
done by lunch and then the assembly took about three
hours in total.
The perfect raft!!!! The only thing that I had
forgotten was shade!!! It wasn’t that hot but still
enough to get a burn.
tied my dry bag to the deck, sat one tube on the deck
for a sofa and pushed off for the cruise…
Nothing really happened , just floated ,
floated……….floated…sitting…floating……..
…………………………………………floated.
and so on. By 930pm I was soooooooooooooooo fffffffking
bored . I was so pissed at myself for being such a
dickhead. I thought that I would meet a heap of fellow
paddler on the river but no…not a sole, just me and
the bears.
I camped on the riverbank ……” whoa bear whoa bear,
I’m human, look like a nice big bear sized Sunday roast
, but human ” being etched in my subconscious by
repetition.Nothing happened through the night and
didn’t really get much sleep as the old bear factor was
still running around in my mind.
In Australia, when asked by a tourist how dangerous the local
wildlife are we tend to play things down a bit
(tourist)” how about snakes, do you see many snakes”
(Aussie) ” Snakes??!!! They are just as scared of you as you
are of them, don’t worry about them mate. they wont worry you”
(T) ” Crocodiles, you must see alot of crocodiles!”
(A) ” Nahhhhhh, they only live in a few places way way up north,
you’ll be right with the crocs”
(T) ” But you have lots of killer spiders don’t you?”
(A) ” yeah we do , but never see them though”
(T) ” well what about sharks, i know there are alot of sharks in Australia?!!”
(A) ” there are alot, but we have this huuuuuge net that goes all around Australia
that stops the
sharks from getting to you!”
Thats along the lines of how an Australian would explain the fauna in australia so that the tourist may relax and enjoy the country
so that the tourist may relax and enjoy the country.
But the Canadians, Oh no they have to instill as much fear as humanly possible!!!
(Me) ” Are the bears really that dangerous?”
(Can) ” Are they dangerous?!!!! My friends bothers next door neighbors hairdressers
sisters boyfriend work for the forestry and he was working in the forest clearing in
a big D8 (bulldozer) and a grizzly attacked the dozer! they aren’t afraid of anything! A guy I know was
mauled to death last year when on a hike. Came across a grizzly at a fresh
kill. nice guy too!!
It seems as though everyone has a story to tell about someone they had known that was
mauled
or had a close encounter with a bear. But its a documented fact that more people die from vending machines
falling on them each year then there are of bear attacks. they do the old ” Moose….oooohhhh last thing you
want to do is get between a cow and a calf!!!!ooohhhh” or “Elk they look like a big cow but they are mean ,
they will just come up to you and mash your head with their antlers. ooohhh don’t mess
with them.
so if any of you decide to come to Canada ( which I would class as on of my favorite destinations worldwide)
don’t take the Canadians warnings as seriously as I did. As I’m am now a nervous wreck when walking in the bush
or trying to get to sleep at night. Every bear, elk, moose, goat , wild dog, wolverine and not to mention squirrel
has been placed on this earth for the sole
purpous of seeking and
destroying one Anthony Debreceny aka ” THE adventure motorcyclist”
Thats why I decided while lying in my tent on the banks of the YUKON river
that as i was, in the tent, I would make a nice sushi dish for a hungry bear
so it wasn’t just the boredom was that was driving me, the chances of coming across
one of these deadly Canadian animals was very high. So I did the last thing I wanted to do
i called the plane to come and get me.
I got back to the hostel at around 5pm and there weren’t any of the group around so I went to
get something to eat and I ran into them at the pub. they all put shit on me , but hey….
at least i gave it a go ( well thats how I justify things to myself).
The next day the German guy that i went to Prudhoe bay with and I left Dawson and
headed for the Canol Road
an old oil road that the American govt built to get oil from he North West territories in case the Japanese
attacked Alaska. The attack never came and the cost of getting oil from there was twice the price of other
sources so the oil fields were closed and the road left as it was so hardly anyone uses it and at the
furtherest point you are 400 km from the nearest person but in
some really beautiful countryside.
thats for the next edition.
Just a quick note to let you all know that even though I don’t
really write how beautiful things are this is one spectacular country and should definitely be
on any itinerary if heading overseas. I wont go into all the adjectives but…….
Its a really beautiful country . Look it up on the net.
Sorry that they
are so far behind . ( this happened a month ago) but its
hard to get to an Internet to sit down for the time it takes to put this together.
Till next time
AnthonyHey all,
Im trying to get you guys up to date. So heres
another one.The german guy that I travelled to the top of
Alaska with wanted to travel the Canol road with me so
off we went.
We left Dawson reasonably late in the morning and
headed for a town called Ross River which is the start
of the Northern part of the Canol Road. We travelled
all day and around 730pm decided to call it a day and
the nearest town was called Faro. We cruised into town
and was met by a sign welcoming us to Faro , home of
Canada’s largest lead zinc mine. that was on the
welcome sign so I had an idea this could be an
interesting town.
We rode around this smallish town and didnt see
any sign of life for the first 10 blocks or so and
then we spotted the “Tourist Information” centre. went
in and spoke to the young girl and was informed of a
camp site across the street so we organised the night
and asked where the pub was to get a feed and a
beer.Headed to the pub which was just two rooms of a
hotel with the centre wall taken out. The guy behind
the makeshift bar informed us that there was a HUGE
dance on that night and everyone from town would be
there. Great ..we thought a chance to mix it with some
of the local folk….off we went , as usual it was
raining so we didnt set up the tents , we’ll do that
after the dance when it stops raining , we thought
.the dance was at the local gymnasium and we could
hear the juke box cranking from the car park. When we
walked in, every head turned and looked in our
direction, sort of spooky , but keep in mind that we
had all our riding gear on and the rain gear as well
so its quite a sight!!$20 got us entry and 8 beers between the two of
us, so we got our beers and sat down. There were only
about 50 people there and we wre informed later that
there had been a big turnout earlier but alot of the
earlier revellers had already left. It was only a 400
person village so 50 wasnt a bad number. We sat and
drank for an hour or so and my little german mate had
his eye on one of the locals and after a while he
asked her to dance ( he got pissed pretty quickly)
while they were up biigying away a couple of the older
“lonely” folk came and had a gab to me and wanted to
dance . I just explained to them about the bike
accident i had and that my prostetic leg doesnt bend
so well and that kept her at bay for a while. Drink
…drink …drink…and more drink, I was starting to
get a little spooked at this place and was keen to hit
the road but old Mickey was having a ball and pulling
some great german moves on the dance floor and was in
no hurry to leave. each time the ald tart came over i
just stuck the beer in my gob and gulped, i figured
that if she saw me drinking the way i do she may think
that i was an alcaholic and that i wasnt for
her…….on the contrary i think she got off on the
fact that I also may be an alcaholic!!!!I managed to get Mickey away from the bird long
enough to tell him what i was thinking but he had just
bought another 8 beer tickets and we had to drink
them.Drink ….drink….drink.Ok it was time for everyone to leave as they had
to clos ethe gym.“We have been invited back to their place for a
party” says Mickey“You are fucking kidding me!!!!!!!!” i said ever
so elequently ”Anyway being the Adventure motorcyclist that i am
I could let the advances of one Alchoholic borderline
grandma get in the way of experiencing the cultural
experiences of hanging with the local folk, Now could
I?!We rock up at the TRAILER PARK, and found all the
pickups (utes on steroids) and the load music. We
couldnt buy any beers and were told that it was ok as
grandmas daughter was bringing a case. “Cool”!!We rock into this Trailer and for all you non
Americans that cant quite grasp the trailer idea it
like a demountable house on wheels. Long and narrow
and made of the pre fab materials….really
classy!!!I walked into the loungeroom to be met with a big
hug from a 17+ blond extremely round piece that was
dressed in skin tight red jeans with a tight mid drift
top with all but the nipples exposed and her fat
little “never seen the sun” gut poking out, she
looked like a walking pimple. Wow this is going to be
fun….not! I thought to myself .A quick look around the room confirmed my
concerns that I had stepped into a live Jerry Springer
programme .
“where was Jerry?”
” two trailer park girls go round the outside,
round the out side” by Eminem was the song of choice
for our entry. Couldnt have been a more approproiate
song.
Mikey continued his mating dance in the loungroom
while I was explaining where Australia was to the
other rocket scientists ( no pun intended Wanda ! (
Wanda is a real life Rocket scientist i met at Tofino.
I wasnt sure whether I could spell Astro physisist so
rocket scientist it is. So say hi to everyone Wnda and
everyone say Hi to Wanda))The guy with the two front teeth missing was the
local hood and raced snow mobiles and I spent a good
30 minutes listening to why snow mobiles were sooooo
much better than motorbikes etc….fun fun joy!!! then
old ma grabbed me again and I was stuck next to her on
the floor of this place that probably hadnt been
cleaned this millenium. She gave me a few beers and we
just chatted about the possibilities of a more
efficient way of splitting atoms and that type of
stuff for a while. there was a bitof push and shove in
the other end of the room. things were hotting up. old
ma’s daughter, who though she was a bloke and dressed
like, walked like and had muscles like a bloke , blew
up over the fact that all her beers were gone.” who the fuck , motherfucker drank all my
fuckin’ beers” was along the linesI had a sheepish look on my face and tried to
hide the can behind her mother whilst trying to change
from a look of ” oh shit Im gunna get thumped by a man
chick” to one of “it wasnt me, what sort of person
would do such a thing ” look.The old duck and the daughter ended up having a “
fuck you, grow up” “no fuck you ma, some asshole has
drunk all my beers” row and I thought that now would
be a great time for a pee. Off to the toilet i went
and could barely find it for hooch smoke. Did the job
and got out. back in the lounge, things had settled
and the man girl had found some beers and was jiggin’
to Eminems latest, complete with the hand signals (
which I am doing now, because I dont know how to
explain the ………you know ….hand thing that
they do). Mikey was taking a break from being Michael
Jacksons protoge’ and was moving in for the kill, so I
took my place on the floor next to ma and no sooner
had I sat down then she asked me about the little
goatee that I have and that she had on the same shape
and pointed to her ……you know……$#@%*(!^#@)@*#+_$!@&&@$#&)!#$+!(@$#+!$@#%+(*$&@*&^$^!@+&$
(thats bad language in computer talk) i thought to myself.
Speak…..say something ……..( i couldnt) I was
getting dizzy ..the room started to spin and all I
could see was this old duck pointing to her ……area
…and with a real weird look on her face.Still couldnt talk ….I just reached over and
tapped Mickey on the arm and he knew from how white my
face was that it was time to leave. I gave the old “Im
outa here” tilt of the head and said to the old duck
that as I had had a big day riding and that there was
equally a big a day the next , that perhaps it was
time to hit the road.She got the shits big time, “what dont you like
girls?” ( not that she fit into that catogory)” No your Nice (gag ) Its just that my wife is at
home!”Mickey had gotten up and there was a strange feel
in the room . I thought that it would be nice to have
Steve ( the head bouncer from tne Jerry Springer show)
by my side at that moment.We managed to get out of the place with only a
few bad looks and I gave the man / girl an $10 er for
the beers and she seemed content with that.Definately shouldnt have been riding but there
was no way I was leaving the bike there plus we still
had all our camping gear to set up. I pulled Mickey
over and said that I didnt think that it would be a
grat idea to stay at the camp ground as we had told
them where we were staying and bears anre bad enough
…but waiting for the disgruntled mountain folk to
come visiting in the middle of the night was just too
much.I spoke to a bloke earlier in the night and he
mentioned a cabin that the scouts used that was about
8 km out of town in the forest by a lake so I
suggested we went there and stay the night. Mickey
didnt trust me to find it but agreed that there was a
certain danger factor in staying the night near the
trailer park, taking into account that we had had
about 10 beers each shows how concerned we were.the old Adventure motorcyclist built in GPS saved
the day again as we arrived at the cabin way way out
in the boonies and we had to travel a road that no man
had recently travelled and there were pot holes filled
with water that even some submarines would get lost in
and don’t forget it was still pissing down.I was trashed but ( yeh I know Im nearly 35, but
I can still use that word until 38 according to the
termanology fro young people phrase book) still had
the piece of mind to get my sleeping bag from the bike
and I crashed as soon as i lay on the floor. Mickey
didnt get his bag and just slept in his wet riding
gear and was up and down all night , but by then the
rain had gotten harder and he wasnt going to unpack
his gear for anything. I oke the next morning and felt
fine but Mikey was a bit green and hadnt had much
sleep and wasnt too happy about the weather. we sat
and had alittle chat about the previous nights
entertainment and decided that all in all we had had
a great time…….. Sort of!!!On the bike s ( in the rain) headed for the small
toan of Ross River where wew ould start the journey up
the Canol Road. we got there after about an hour and
went in search of a gas stand that was still in
business as there were only 300 ish people in this
comunity and most iof them natives who , like our
Australian indiginous friends dont mind a drink
either. Gassed up , grabbeds a 5 litre and a 10n litre
jerry can of fuel, took the aluminium carry cases off
and occy ( bungy cord) strapped my plastic jerry cans
to the frame which holds the boxes on, layed my dry
bag of camping equiptment on the seat with the new
tomahawk i had bought to replace the one I lost in
Dawson.Off we go…….get some food and let the local
policeman know where we were going and when we
expected to be back ( take notice kiddies….a
responsible Adventure Motorcyclist should always let
the local law enforcement know where they are
going)While having lunch in the only eatery in town we
were approached by an old guy that wanted to gab and
was going on about this and that and that we shouldnt
head up the road as it was in pretty poor condition
etc…the restaurant was decorated with the manditory
Yukon State moose antler display and some other once
alive , now dead and stuffed animals. There was one
that i hadnt been able to give a name to so I asked
the old bloke what it was and he informed me that it
was a wolverine ( about the size of a german shepard
but stronger looking) and the old bloke went on to
inform us that they had such a veracious metabolism
that they had to constantly eat which sometimes
involved driveing a grizzly bear away from its kill,
so not a nice animal.” Shit!!! Any of them around here ?” I asked with
a slight look of concern” Yeah , there are quite alot o fthem aroun
here!”Great !!! Not only every bear was after me but
now I had to contend with man eating wolverine and i
didnt whatch the “Whoa wolverine ” video nor did I
have any wolverine spray. This was going to be
interesting .On the bikes we get and head to the ferry. On the> ferry the old bloke running it had to take our rego
details and at the same time he looked at ,y rear tyre
and suggested that I not travel the raod with such
little tread on it. I couldnt get another one anywhere
and I was determined to do this road.” She’ll be right mate . Im from Orstralya mate.
Things like that dont worry us. Dont you watch Steve
the crocodile hunter?”No answer , just the ” It sounded like english
but Im not sure ” look.On the other side and the rain had slowed to a
drizzel and we were off on the latest adventure. I let
Mikey up front as it quite funny watching him wobble
all over the shop on the wet clayie raods . As always
i had my eye out for the wildlife and we were told
that we would definatly see grizzlies, moose and other
large man killers over the other side of the river.we
were going for about 20 minutes when we saw our first
big bear shit on the road….so now the adrenalin was
up and the old heart was pumping at ” im gunna see a
big bear soon ” speed.The road was so slippery and the bald back tyre
wasnt doing me any favours.Anyway i got a bit sick of eating big clumps of
mud from Mikeys tyre and went to the front and when in
front i tend to go a bit faster than when behind
mickey and when I was coming down this hill I thought
I saw something in the bushes on the side of the road
and i was sure it was a bear so I hit the skids and by
the time I realised that it was actually just another
bear rock ( a rock resembling a bear or usally any
bloody rock big enough makes me think that its a bear)
it was too late the bald old back tyre was coming up
beside me rather quickly and I had gone past the point
of no return so I hit the eject button and flew
through the air trying to bear in mind that Mickey was
up my ass and would be coming through at around 60k’s.
I hit the deck and as the road was sooooooo muddy I
slid for and I tried to get myself out of the way for
Mickey but it was also too late, he had hit the
slippery patch and was doing his best to stay on the
bike but looked like an octopus doing the macarana
with arms and legs going everywhere. he too hit the
deck and we sat theree in the mud having a giggle
about the condition of the road. ( I think we were
still a bit tipsy from the previous nights
frivolities)Up again and off… and you would expect that
after a spill one would take it somewhat easier but no
we BOYS had to do better so we decided to put the pace
on. Up , down , over bumps , through creeks we went
fro 400km and we reached the end of the road as the
creek was flowing too quickly and still a little too> deep to cross, 408km into the journey we had to cal
it a day. 408 km from the nearest person. We found a
road that was used by miners and followed that for
about 15km and it brought us round the tip of this
mountain range and down into this vallet and was
sooooooooooooo beautiful and there were no other
people . There was still snow on the tops of the
mountains and little patches around the place with
tall geass covering the valley floor and creeks
running in every direction. We did one creek crossing
that was quite deep and flowing quite quickly. we both
managed to get through the crossindg and headed up the
side of another big mountain but all roads ended half
way up with the most spectacular view of the valley
floor. So nice that we decided that we would camp
there for the night . We did nt bring our tents but we
had our bags and we thought that we would just camp
under the stars. we started getting dinner ready and
the mozzies were unbarable , ive never experienced
anything like it, they were biting my head even! We
sprayed with deet and hoped for the best and it seemed
to keep them at bay for a while but they were stilol
hovering around waiting fr the deet to disipate. i saw
one with its napkin still around its kneck and holding
a dinner knife and fork. W ehad the old noodle dinner
and chilled for a bit with a coffee and I had a look
at my bike as it was getting difficult to put the bike
into 1st gear and I notivced that I had a hege crack
in the gear change lever and it didnt look as though
it would hold for the trip home. 408 km from the
nearest person and that sort of shit happens…only to
me would it happen ( poor baby!) anyway I got the
liquid steel out and it did the job i thought.By now the mozzies were eating us alive and we
decided to head back and see if we could find an old
trappers cabin that we could crash in and packed up
and hit the road but now there was no way that I could
find first gear and still had to cross the creek
yet!!! the only way that I could do ot was to put in
2nd and hit it at speed and hope for the best….which
i did but obviously hoping wasnt enough. I got 3/4
accross and the creek and whammmo hit a rock that made
the front wheel go out from under me and i went down (
not the nice “went down”, but the oh shit this will
hurt “went down”) Wet as a bastard and colder than a
polar bears pecker! I manged too upright the bike and
had that If I dont do this Im gunna die, super human
strength and pushed the bike from the river with a
little help from my disco king mate mikey. back on the
bike with no 1st and I decided to keep up the speed so
that I didnt have to get into 1st. but after about 10
minutes Mikey was no where to be seen. Turn around and
go see what was up. He had bitten the dust and didnt
have the strength to lift his a girl or anything just
that he’s a poof!! I got off the bike and helped him
pick it up and went to start my bike and it wouldnt
go. Then it would kick over and then as soon as I gave
it some gas it would just die. Shit…shit …shit
fucking shit. Kick the ground , punch the bike, swear
some more and I was now OK !!I was now in the suitable frame of mind to
perform this delicate operation on the side of the
road after 14 hours of riding on a slight hangover
400 km from the nearest person, not forgetting that I
have the about as much mechanical knowledge of the
workings of a carburetter as I do the waste water
plumbing on the space
shuttle…..ziltch…zippo….nadda…SFA!!! i was in
for a long night!I managed to get the tank, seat and carby off
without too much trouble as pulling apart is the easy
part. Cleaned the bowl of the carby and managed to get
it back together after an hour and a half and to my
complete dismay the bastard started straight away and
revved well!!! nod of approval please, light clap of
hands would be nice!!!I got on the old girl and headed for the first
unlocked cabin we could find. p , down around in and
out we went for anothe 3 hours until we finally found
a trappers cabin that was unlocked. As soon as we
pulled up the mozzies were on us , even before i took
my helmet off they were in the only part where flesh
was showing, the part of my face undere the visa. They
were having a merry old feed . More deet, more deet,
more deet, more deet, more deet,more deet, more deet!
( said to the tune of olde anx aine ( not the spelling
I know but you know what I mean))In the cabin there were two bed frames , no
mattresses and a wood stove made from a 44 gallon drum
with a chimney and a opening and closong door on the
front. We cranked it up and smoked the mozzies out
and spent the next hour squashing the remaining ones
on the glass as they looked for an escape route( its
what you do when there is no tellie).Finally we got to sleep and the fire was keeping
the little timber shack nice and warm , but we were
sleeping straight on the floor and during the night we
ran out of logs so the poor old fire died out and we
froze our little slightly callased asses off . Up at
dawn …well around 530am as it was way too cold and
we wanted to get the 900 ferry, so after a little
noodle for breaky we hit the road for the uneventful
ride to the ferry. Got the ferry and went to collect
the rest of my luggage from the gas stand and then hit
the road for the rest of the Journey on the SOuthenr
part of the road , this time FULLY loaded, so the old
girl was a bit sloppier than she was on the Northern
part.The southern portion of the Canol road was quite
spectacular with great rivers , huge gorges and the
ever present pine trees. At on stage on the left side
of the road there was ariver that ran in one direction
and on the other side the river was running in the
oposite direction ( note to Wanda , I dont know how
it worked but it was , I know you are sitting the
disecting the YukonTerritories guide to rivers
encyclopedia. Am i wrong?).Had a great ride and got to the end of the road
at about 5pm where Mikey and I went our seperate ways
as I had to head to a city to trty and get the bike
sorted. i headed to Whitehorse and sure enough 40km
out, down came the rain. not a day can go by without
getting wet! I found the hostel and crashed for the
night and the next day waited until 9 to get the new
gear shift lever and of course they didnt have one in
stock so i had to attempt to fix it using the liquid
steel again. It seemed to do the job so off I went
headed for Prince Rupert a two day ride along the
Cassiar highway, some of which is still unsealed. With
the rain and the mad Germans in the rental RV’s
passing at 120km/hr in the opposite direction, I was
caked from head to toe in mud by the time I reached
Prince Rupert. It was a reasonably uneventful ride
apart from the time I rounded the corner to be met by
a Moose calf and her cranky looking mum in the middle
of the road. Again the friendly canadians had given me
waring about the mother and calf scenario . ” Dont
ever let yourself get in between a cow and its calf,
it will take pleasure in smashing you to a pulp” was
the warning I had recieved only days prior. i managed
to miss them under full lock then I hit the horn and
the calf bolted which in turn made mum chase after it.
Days excitement!I arrived at the Prince Rupert Hostel and was
looking forward to a nice shower and to sit and relax
in front of the tellie and do nothing, but alas, there
was to be a greater power working against me.The spookiest old duck you have ever seen was
sitting in the chair in the common room when I entered
the common room. she was wearing a habit ( thing nuns
wear on their scone) and she was smoking up a storm
and coughing like a klr650 400 km’s from nowhere with
water in the carbs. i said hello and got no reply so I
sat down and started to watch the tellie for a nano
second and then realised that she was watching
Catholic TV. Exit stage right!!!!! I walked out to the
porch and there was a pommie guy sitting reading, so I
interupted him and we had a waffle about the old duck
in the lounge and we decided that we should head to
the pub for a “Quiet one” . As we left we ran into
another bike rider and invited him down for a drink.Canada has a strong tipping culture and as
aresult alot of the waitresses at the pubs are very
cute and not to be dissapointed this fine evening we
had one of the best. The problem that generally arises
from a situation such as this is that when she strolls
on over to see if we would like another one we
inevitably order another just to keep her near bye. (
I know pathetic creatures …whatever!!) So in saying
that, one doesnt have to be Einstein to work out that
it was yet another big night. We got home around one
and I had to be up at 5 to get the 7 am ferry.I woke feeling suprisingly good and hit the road.
Along the way I stopped at the gas stand to get some
milk to tend to the aches and pains caused by the
evenings fravolaties and decided that the old girl
needed a scrub.“do you know where I can find a car wash?” I
asked the slightly round but friendly young lass
behind the counterThere it was again, the “what language was that
?” look. “Cow brush? she replied“No sweet ” I said through grit teeth. ” Car
wash!” this time she just stared and you could see the
anguish on her face. ” ………..” nothing. Then her
friend came to her rescue and replied that there were
none in town. Why do I put myself through this
eh?On the 7am ferry and I found myself a pew for the
day and spent most of it in and out of consciousness.
The inside passage is an incredibly beautiful area and
without a doubt the most spectacular ferry ride I have
ever done.I arrived at Port hardy at 1030pm and found a
camp ground and hit the fart sack.The next day i made tracks to aa small village
called telegraph cove, a place that was built a long
time ago on what would resemble a marina. All the
houses are on poles over the water and painted
different colours. It was a really cool place. I
managed to get a ticket for the 130pm tour for the
whale watching. There are 3-5 pods of killer whales
that live in the waters around telegraph cove in
summer and i was keen to se them.On the boat I got up the front of the boat to get
the best possible view of the whales and it was cold
as cold can be, but the adventure motorcyclist spirit
kept me there. About 40 minutes into the tour we saw a
killer whale breaching and apparently that isnt as
common as the discovery channel would have you
believe.The captain killed the motors and we just hung
for a bit and there they were the pod that we were
chasing. There were 6 in the pod including mum and
five of her offspring from previous years. the young
ones never leave their mothers side and the big bull
was off in the distance emerging occasionally with his
huge dorsal fin slicing through the water like a
submarine. It was so amazing . Then the captain put
the hydro phone in the water and you could hear the
orca’s conversing with each other. it was so sureal.
With out a doubt the best thing I have ever done. we
just cruised around for the 3 hours and they wrere
there the whole time. It was a great day and in fact
that great a day i booked for the 900am tour the
following morning.The following day was equally as good and I was
pleased that I went on it again as being a budget
traveller one has to take care of one’s finances. (
sponsorships greatfully accepted)That afternoon the rain came in in a big way and
i was stuck in the damn tent with no book or anything
so I got the shits after an hour or so and packed up
and hit the road. Not knowing where to but just sick
to death of sleeping in a wet tent.I managed to call a hostel and they had a
cancellation only minutes before I called so I had a
bed only it was further than i wanted to travel on a
bald back tyre in the rain over a mountain range, but
it’s all about the Adventure so I decided to give it a
shot.it wasnt really a hairy ride but sometimes when I
geared down to come into a corner the compression from
the big old 650cc single cylinder was to much for the
tyre and she let go occasionally. All in the name of
adventure!!Got to the hostel and immediatly fell in love
with the place. I was looking for a place that I could
just relax and do nothing for a few days and I had
found it. This travelling may sound all fun and games
but ,it can be alot of hard work and stress. Not
everyone can do it you know!!!I started my first day on the seat outside, it
was one big table for about 8 people and one
Australian bloke (Tony) came out and joined me. It
turned out Tony was from Newcastle and was living in
Tofino on the working holiday programme and working on
a crab boat. We hit it off straight away and I had a
drinking partner, the only problem being he actually
had a job to perform at as well so I couldnt rely on
him for too many big nights . After all I had been
spending alot of time in the bush resulting in quite a
few dry days ( except for the day I hit the deck in
the creek!!).After a few hours Tony suggested that we have a
drink even though it was only 11am in Tofino it was
12pm somewhere in the world and being an international
hostel we were obliged to obide by the time on the
various international clocks on the walls.
So……..we kicked off!! We sat there drinking and
bullshitting and bullshitting and drinking and by mid
afternoon we had a healthy glow up.“What are we gooing to do for lunch? ” came a
cry from the slightly wobbly Tony.” what about we get some chips to see us over and
I’ll throw something together for dinner!!” I said.
that was the start of my 12 day mission to feed the
masses. Each night I would have a bigger group to cook
for, one night being a roast dinner for 12. We didnt
just have the normal stuff that you find in hostels,
the Mr Noodle cookoff.“Oh no”……came a cry from the gallery.One night I did a whole Salmon cooked on the BBQ
marinated in ginger , garlic and soy. Another we did
sushi. Another we had garlic prawns , Corriander
octopus in coconut milk, crabs, 2 big sea Perch baked
on the bbq with a greek salad , another we had
linguini marinara with salmon , mussels, scollops,
prawns and octopus all fresh from the boat. We became
a very envied group of budget travellers. Each day had
to out do the previous. It was a challenge that only
the the hardened travelleler could step up to!!!With the food and booze we had managed to get
together some of the best people I have met n
travelling. Everyone was different in their own way
but similar in the fact that we were alll travellers
brought together by good food and conversation. it was
one of the best weeks of my life ( big call
eh!!)I was only intending to stay for a few days but
each evening we would have a few liquid refreshments
and enevitably I would feel like staying on an extra
day. I would stumble into the office and ask one of
the lovely girls behind the desk, whether there had
been a cancellation as it was a very popular hostel
and usually booked solidly. I would be lucky enough to
get a room and after a few days a pattern appeared and
the girls would automatically throw my name in any
vacancy and then come and ask whether I would like
another day. By this time I had had a drink and would
oblige the only way a person brought up in a good
family could.Days rolled on and I really had a great time .
the town was nothing special but the people and the
view from the hostel were just something. Each day I
would be teased by the owner that I had moved from one
seat to another on the back table or that he was going
to put a 4 hour limit on each chair for me to get some
exercise.As I was leaving the following day for a number
of days we had quite a few good farewell parties
culminating in a group of about 20 or so on the last
night. Even though it was my last night and I had
decided that I really had to get a move on one of the
office girls came to me with a bed for the following
night and I took it. Although the following morning I
was much stronger and cancelled the bed as It was time
for me to move.I managed to sleep on the sofa in the common room
, something that I had done on about 5 of the 12
nights I was there , not because I had had too much to
drink , justthat the sunrises were much nicer from
that room. although on the final day , I must admit it
was because I had a few too many as we got into the
cocksucking cowboys as well……..and a few JD’s.
What do you do eh?
I woke the next morning and went straight into the
office to cancel the reservation that was mad for me
the previous night. It was time to leave!!! When I was
in the office these two older women (50’s) said” oh so
are you really going to leave today?!” I had never
even seen them. I guess I had stayed there just a bit
longer than expected.
All packed up and ready to roll. the farewell was a
tough one and took quite a while as everyone wanted
photo’s of the man that reigned over the back table
for 12 days.
I got going and as I was heading along the road I was
having all sorts of strange thoughts. I was quite
weird as I was saying things in my mind that just
didnt sound like the Anthony i knew. I was getting all
emotional. Maybe I had seen the light whilst on my
visit to Tofino. maybe there was something magical
about the place. Maybe everyone came into my life to
guide me to the stepping stones of emotional
happiness. What a great place. I finally had found
what I was looking for.
Then, as I started on some of the corners I realised
that no devine power had enpowered me ,it was just
that I was still pissed . Thats all. I felt so much
better knowing that…I was worried for a bit.
I spent a day or so travelling around Vancouver and
then I had to go up to Whistler to see some
Australians that I had met in my early days of Tofino.Nothing really exciting there , just a few drinks and
a few drinks.
I then went up to Jasper where I did some mountain
biking and some hiking and the photo’s you saw were of
the Glacier between Jasper and Banff. It was so
spectacular, my poor vocabulary wont allow me to
explain it to its full beauty. Really nice. Then back
to Vancouver to the interview for the visa for the USA
. Nasty stuff, but eventually I got it. I am now the
proud owner of a 5 year American visa.
Anyway everyone that gotten you all up to date. Im off
tomorrow. Dont know where yet but I’ll work that out
tomorrow.
Take careI just found the story on my computer and posted it in the Dual sport section.
Ant’s big adventure, click hereOne of my brothers rode a KLR650 The 11,000 odd KM from New Orleans to Pruhoe bay in Alaska pretty well on his own and the only tools he carried was the standard tool kit,tyre levers,a leatherman, a roll of wire and some liquid steel and it did it easy. He rode the thing over Glaciers, along railway lines through rivers and generally gave the thing a right flogging and it came up trumps. He did a lot of homework on the bike options before he left and when it came to bang for your buck, the KLR was streaks ahead.
But having seen you ride Corey and how much you enjoy belting around the bush, somehow I reckon you’d get bored with a dual sporter fairly quick.
RiderX and Tripper is what we use around here.LOL
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