Life doesnt come much better than three days riding your favorite trails with a heap of mates and so it was that we headed of to the bush last Friday with the usual stop for food in Walcha but in what was to cause unfortunate repurcussions Boony failed to follow his usual routine and crack an 0800 tinny at the lookout. Got set up and six of us were on the trails by 1130 with the usual Friday activity of hunting down new trails, one of which was just where I had figured and just as bloody steep. We sent down two suckers, Damo and Paul while we kicked back at the top of the hill hoping we would see them again. Just as we were considering abandoning them to their fate my phone rang which is bizzare seeing theres f*** all coverage out there and its Damo on the other end calling to say they were stuck on a sippery steep bit and needed help. While Boony and I wanted to abandon them and ride on Polly insisted we do the right thing and offer assistance as shown in the first lot of Pollys images. Once together we rode on and played on a heap of known singles but failed to find the new ones we suspected to be present.
Boonys failure to follow routine was blamed for two huge getoffs, one by myself when while racing with Damo I discovered my real ability to jump tall trees was well below what I thought it was. The second saw Damo come to grief as he set a record for distance travelled while performing a handlebar handstand at 50 kmh while travelling sideways over slippery clay only 100m from camp. Only a large tree stopped him from completing his dismount perfectly. Shame about those bruises and pain!
Got back to camp to start a great social night with the rest of the crew who gradually rolled in, great effort from Col and Ben to get up from down Botany way. Group concensous on Saturday morning was the need to have the last two cans removed from every carton to avoid hangovers.
Saturdays ride was a sweet 35km singles run to get everyone warmed up and we flicked back to camp to let Damo remove more bits of fridays tree from his bike and his arse. King Bolls thought this was a lunch break so he quickly threw down a full chook, 2kilos of coleslaw and a complete cheese cake while everyone else had a museli bar. The second part of the ride was about 70 k of sweet cells singles that was at its best and with a ten man group of similar ability riders it went by very quickly and smoothly, def’ one of the best rides ever. We threw in a few tricky bits to test every one and the aptly named c*** creek caught most people causing the strapping up shots polly took. Very short sharp pinch straight out of a creek and all of it over orange dog shit clay. Boony followed me straight up but we took away any traction there was causing everyone else grief. The rest of the ride was just pure pleasure but we cut it a bit shorter than planed when there became too many simple get offs, as the group ran out of puff and Beer time was called. Another great night round the campfire as the recycling bin overflowed and filled Damos ute.
Sunday saw some tired stiff bodies so a nice short 40km run through the vines of kokoda and a few other favorites was done and we managed to get everyone through without too significant an injury.
Great ride in trail bike heaven with a great group of blokes it doesntget better.
LC4skin wrote:snowy09 wrote:LC4skin wrote:Another one bites the dust
