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Beauty, there is always something going on in the shed that needs sorting out.
Trailboss wrote:
Quote:Thats what trolling is champ! I first thought this maybe a troll, but then I also thought it could be the look on Micks face when the cow stepped out in front of him!
Ha ha, Same look alright and same hair style just quietly.
Actually last time I went trolling I caught this!!
Day 2 Coffs Harbour Detour.
Considering we got to bed at 1am pissed as nits, we all woke up fairly second hand but still keen to ride. I was suffering a little from my foray down the road from the day before and was a bit stiff and sore but daren’t say anything for the fear of being called a girl or worse.
Boris must have seen that I was struggling and offered me some pain- killers that worked a charm and by 8am we were ready to ride.
As I threw my leg over the XR it became obvious to me that with the new Fatbars on it, the dynamics of the bike had changed to some degree and it was like riding a new bike, so at first it took some getting used too. I now had the option to stand and ride with a degree of comfort that wasn’t possible with the old swept back standard bars. Now I am completely used to the fatbars I love em!Because Duncan’s bike had shit itself the day before, Boris lent Duncan his bike, which was one of the new WR250R’s and Boris rode his KTM640.
Having seen us all ride the day before, Boris somehow had it in his head that we were better riders than we actually are and set out to test us.
The first thing he did was head straight up this almost vertical bank and not even look back to see if we were keen to follow.
Not one to like being left behind, I was the first to attempt the goat track up the bank, my parting words to the boy’s watching was “you are about to see the first off for the day” and I didn’t disappoint as you guessed it, I stacked the XR again. No injury or damage and now I was determined to get up the bank, so I hit it harder and faster this time and made it!!! It wasn’t pretty but I was up there. Little did I know it was a prelude for things to come!!!
Boris showed us a few slimy little lantana trails in the morning, so slimy in fact I saw Duncan come off for no reason at all, one minute he was riding along nicely the next he wasn’t. No harm done and he just picked the bike up and made out nothing had happened at all.
Isn’t it amazing how the slimiest of logs, always seem to be at 45 degrees across the track? I made this observation that day, as every one hundred meters there seemed to be one strategically laid there.
We arrived at our designated morning tea location and filled up on coffee and bickies before heading off again. At this point I will say, on one of Boris’ tours if you go hungry it is your own bloody fault as Boris and his team go out of their way to feed you and the tucker is all first rate.
After morning tea, Boris’ wicked streak came out and he lead us into a place he affectionately called Jurrasic Park. It was in thick rain forest and there was no track that I could see and if you lagged a bit, you couldn’t see where the guy in front of you had gone, as you barged your way through the dense scrub, all the while trying to avoid getting choked by vines. Definately not the right place to be riding an XR600.
At one stage I remember thinking to myself out loud “This is F@#&ed!!! I can’t believe I am paying to do this!!!!!”
This was all taking place in the most humid little overgrown gully I had ever been in and the sweat and the previous night’s grog was just pissing out of us by then. That’s when Boris takes off down this non- existent track down a steep bank, through a creek and up the other side and then beacons to us to follow him. It was either follow him or be choppered out.
Ant was the first to attempt the crossing that involved getting your bike between two trees that were closer together than your hangers are wide .The maths just didn’t add up in my book.
Well, Ant hit it with the 530 at full song and hit the two trees, like I expected him to and bounced back down into the creek. The 530 landed on its right side with the throttle fully pinned and with the Akrapovic pipe, wasn’t it making some serious noise, yet we could hear Ant going off over it!!!!
My attempt was not near as spectacular but not tidy by any means as I managed somehow to only hit one of the trees and I bounced through the gap.Once we were out of the suitably named Jurrasic Park, We met up with Luke for some lunch and to laugh about the morning’s antics.
The team at lunch on the last day……
From L-R Duncan, Boris, Craig, Ant, Mick and Luke
As Ant and I wanted to get away early we debated whether to pull the pin then and make tracks for Boris’ house and a shower.
In hindsight that would have been the best option as Boris’ the sadistic bastard was saving the “best” for last. He took us on one last “little loop”, this loop had one of the longest hill climbs I have ever attemted and half way up it, we were met by the local 4×4 club coming down, with the leading vehicle completely stuck and all but blocking our way. The lads that were trying to free the Patrol from it’s predicament saw us coming and scattered to make way, so we could pass through their little caravan of vehicles, which involved dodging women and children and what appeared to be several natives selling trinkets.
One of the 4×4’s is now sporting a nasty scratch up one side from my barkbusters as I used it for balance as I passed!!!!
Like all big hills, once you get to the top you gotta come down eventually and this is where it got a bit bloody scary. Boris led us down this skinny ridge with about a 500 foot drop either side.The type of drop that, if you went over it, your bike wouldn’t stop end for ending until it had totally destroyed itself at the bottom.
I don’t mind saying I was shitting myself a bit and since talking with the other guys about it, I wasn’t alone.
At the end of the ridge, Boris instructed us to shut off our engines and use our clutch like a second rear brake as we had to use our right foot to steady the bike on the decent.
It was so steep you could feel your rear wheel getting real light if you applied the front brake and all the oil must have run to the front off Craig’s engine on the 525 because when he started it again you should have seen the smoke come out of it! You would swear that you were following a 2 stroker until it managed to burn it off.
Boris hadn’t finished with us there either, with him there always seems to be another hill to climb.
The last bastard was a doozy!!! Half way up, it had this bloody mongrel right hand turn in it which was riddled with 4×4 rutts. On my first attempt I got within 20 feet of the top when I came unstuck and dropped the XR and the bloody thing stalled!!
There is only one remedy when that happens, go back to the bottom and try again.
Before my second attempt, Ant had taken off up the hill before me, as I was still at the bottom frantically kicking the flooded XR and unknown to me, he had also come unstuck at the same place I had in my first attempt.
As I came level with him, I was about spent and crashed again!!! So I let rip with a barrage of expletives that would make a soldier blush. So from that day the hill will be known affectionately as, Swearback Mountain.
At this stage I was so ratshit that I was thinking, does my ambulance cover offset the cost of a helicopter rescue?
This is when Boris came to the rescue and offered to ride the XR up the hill for me. “Please your F#%*en self,I am ready to burn the bastard”, was my reply.
It is quite demoralising to see a guy on your bike go past where you couldn’t make it, chucking a peace wheelie with a goofy grin on his face.Here is us stuck on Swearback, how is it that photos never really show how steep a hill really is?…………..
Anyhow, the top of Swearback signalled the end of our ride and we made our way back to Boris’ place. On arrival at Boris’ the exhaustion had taken over and when I pulled up at his house, I dropped my bike in front of every one, it didn’t matter though, as I had, by that time really gotten used to picking the Big Red Pig up of the ground.
In finishing I will have to say, I was at first apprehensive of going on a guided tour. Having done one now, it was a great experience and I am without a doubt a better rider for it. Boris has a knack of getting you to attempt sections that you would normally, not have had a go at.
The experience as a whole was fantastic and the professionalism and the friendship of Boris and his team, made it the great weekend it was.
I would recommend giving one of his tours a go.
Check out his website…..http://www.coffsharbourdetour.com.au
Disclaimer; The consumption of alcohol and other mind- altering substances depicted in this report are by no means indicative of my normal daily consumption. Any Police officers, future employers or potential lovers should disregard any reference to said substances whether they be legal or illegal.
I owned a GPZ1100 that was an awesome bike and with the great run we have had out of my son’s KX65’s and now his 85, I can’t fault them.
