Mal’s Central West Ride – Sunday Ride 70km
Part one
This was an awesome ride in which we rode a mix of terrain from fast flowing, twisty fire trails, rocky rutted hill climbs on fire trails to perfect pine forest single tracks. I even threw in a couple of tough hill climbs for the hard core to try their luck at.
We headed off into the logged pines with a hardy group of twelve riders being , Mal5.1 “Can Ride” (Heavily Blinged up Christophe Nambotin GASGAS 300) Marty 450 (KTM450) , KTM_Rules (KTM530),Holeshot(DRZ400) ,Pete(KTM400),Tim(KTM200) ,CJ( KTM200),Dude(KLX450), GOCMAN (KTM300), Murph (KTM500),AL (KTM450) and myself (KTM300) sweeping first.
The first hill was a slippery red clay bugger, no rocks but slippery. Pete lost drive and fell over causing Gocman to go off track to avoid him, only to fall himself. With a restart on the slope impossible a re-run was taken by the lads. Gocman did it easy with Pete having trouble again stopping in almost the same spot. I told him to walk up and I would ride his bike up. 3rd gear was the go then madly spinning in 2nd for the rest of the climb. Finding an easy section to park his 400, I went down for my bike and had the same fun again.
A short firetrail section led to another hill and more carnage. I am not sure what caused it but Dude, CJ, Tim and Al were all fighting for the same piece of forest.
KTM_Rules was given the task of leading us into the singles by Mal and he didn’t hold back, charging straight into some overgrown sections. After a bit of hard going we turned back only some of us found turning around a bit hard and Pete and I lost the main group. With a bit of Bear Grillis survival work we got going the right way, when the familiar sound of the mighty GASGAS came our way.
Skirting the extremes of the forest we peeled off into the nirvana that is the Sunny Corner pines with singles stretching out before us. Perfect conditions allowed the group to feel their way through at a steady pace. Murph was chopping at the throttle of the 500 looking for a bit of clear track.
We came out into a cleared section which was a little swampy, when Marty 450, thinking that I was behind him, unloaded the rear tyre with a spray of loamy dirt into the path of Pete. I laughed my head off. A fire trail stint led us the servo to refuel our bikes and bellies.
TBC
Galey
