My version of a report
The weekend started badly when Boony demanded a five am start so we could get to Walcha an hour before the bacon and egg roll shop and servo opened, and to Gingers Creek two hours before they opened.
We set up laid out a fuel dump for the Saturday ride and then went to do some gentle wide open trails, apart from Damo playing hide and seek with an angry tiger snake, up at the pointy end of the ride it was pretty straight forward we even did a little trail maintenance and played what vine is that. There was some occasioinal bad language floating down from behind and when we rode back we found some mongrel had dumped some old Austrian piece of shit on the trail, it was obviously worthless as it wouldnt run. Damus worked his magic and it was returned to Tamworth for scrap metal. Friday nights Bench racing was very enjoyable.
Saturday, 150 km of trails to do with a fuel dump in place and a packet of mint slice biscuits for lunch the day dawned with promise and the sound of Bollocks venting the Adventure rider dried curry meal from Friday night. Two dead possums will verify how bad it was. After a nice run out to the highway for Boony to autograph a white post had every one warmed up and we started the first long singles run, it was during this that Polly fell off his bike laughing at the constant stream of KTM loveing crap that Boony was spouting. Realising that the eskies and porn mags Bollocks had brought were unattended at camp Polly used the excuse of falling off to can his ride and return to camp. Aftter dumping him at camp we returned to the ride proper only to loose hours waiting for Boony to get up a very simple hill, as lead rider I can attest to there being no slippery bits on it when I went up. It was on this hill that Bolls new bike started to produce more noise than a fireworks competition, Aaron and I rode back down the hill and found Boony and Bolls cowering at the bottom of the hill and helped them around the hill using the track of defeat. Not long after this Bolls bike went quiet and we thought it was ok but it may have just been quiet compared to his wimpering as he decended into the valley of doom four (yep I have found four of them now). Damo and I had a picnic at the bottom of the valley while we waited for the others until Damo gave up waiting and rode his Kwaka up the trackout of the valley just using the back wheel as he was worried about tread wear on the front. I rode up and met him and eventually House and Boony arrived saying that Bolls was curled up in the fetal position refusing to get up unless someone rode his bike up the hill for him.
After clearing the hill we rode off to the stamper where house proceeded to cause greenpeace concerns when he went swimming, a few of us went into rescue him only to have Bolls almost head on a big rock under the water, learn bolls always wear your helmet when swimming. The long hill single was next and despite its great condition and gentle slope again the pack was found wanting apparently they had to rope the Honda and Kato all the way up the hill. they took so long I had time to rewire the Drz as Boony had stolen my spare key so he could quietly take a real bike for a ride later on when we were all asleep. Finally they arrived much to cycle tunes relief as he was now nearly over his data quota after surfing the net for fourty minutes while waiting for Boony. Now three hours behind schedule we headed of for more sweet singles but again fate played its hand and Boony cut in front of Buzz to stop him too passing the kato, causing buzz to crash with a terminal radiator injury. Due to the sun fading and the proximity of the eskies, we called the ride and headed for camp.
During dinner a gaping hole was spotted in the side of Bolls new bike which is apparently an optional Honda accessory he hadnt realised he had ordered. Everyone beat Big Dog to bed rather than have to listen to a certain KTM lover crap on about how he was going on a carrot diet to get more like the colour of his bike.
Sunday saw Bolls swap Polly for the porn mags and Damus and Polly head home. The rest of the team and Boony headed off and finally things went to plan. We rode a shit load of great trails aa well as being able to laugh at boony who was getting crooker by the minute until he was no loger game to fart or burp without risk of following though. All bikes and riders survived the day and got back to camp.
All up a great weekend despite Bolls and Boony coming. We only got through 150km of a planned 230 but it was all quality despite the trails being so wide and flat.
The End Snowy
