Some people just sit on the lounge eatin’ crap, whinging and complaining about their lives. Some say conservative stuff like “Don’t bite off more than you can chew” AND THEN there are some who bite off a whole freakin’ mouthful, grab another two hands full and then chew like hell!!!
We was chewin’ like hell all weekend!
What an experience! A terrific ride, the only thing missing was swamp and snow! TB will try and fix that for next time…….because I’m sure there’ll be a next time.
It’s all been said, but to travel from next to the F3 on the NSW central coast at Dora Creek to Sunny corner near Bathurst, then back to Lithgow in a day with only approx. 40 k’s of blacktop in it, in a word…MAMMOTH.
We had fire trails, rocks, hard solid ruts, twin trail, soft sand ruts, single trail, rocks, sharp puddles (ask TB), tar, sand, rocks, creeks, mud, snotty downhills, shitty uphills, rocks, 1st gear crawling, top gear (1*#km/ph) stuff…..something for everyone.
Towards the end of day one, whilst the boys were repairing their flat tyres on our way to Dark corner, TB and I had a chance to pause and reflect on what we had all achieved so far that day……we looked at each other…….and then those poignant words of Dirty Harry boomed through both our Bluetooth headsets “Mans’ gotta know his limitations” It was at that point we thought that if we were to push on as planned (Sofala, Hillend then Bathurst) we would be arriving well after dark as totally spent units. That would have made day 2 far too much. So, deciding “discretion being the better part of valour” TB suggested we muck around at Sunny corner for a bit and then find our way back to Lithgow for the night.
This decision ‘made’ the trip. It meant that the 2nd day was not as draining. With fewer kilometers to cover, we would then have time up our sleeve to explore different options for future rides and to allow for the inevitable fatigue.
Day 2 was just as good, we found a great trail (wider than single narrower than twin) that ran for about 30k’s – brilliant.
After our 2nd last stop at the Halfway House, TB soon entered ‘the zone’ through Yengo on the way to ‘Laguna Wine Bar’. You know when the Road runner turns around to the Coyote, jumps in the air, says meep meep…….then swoosh, pow off he goes into the distance…that was TB. He deserved his quiet time to cut loose without any anchors.
I know it sounds like a THANK FEST, but it’s good manners and the right thing to do (sorry if you’ve already read the same thing 20 times)Bad luck.
Thanks Kylie and Salina – the ride wouldn’t have been as enjoyable without you two always being there. Always smiling, upbeat and ready to change plans when necessary. Nothin was a problem. Gold medal backup crew. Top shelf.
Thanks TB, organizer and shit stirrer extraordinaire – you da man.
Boulder, the man is building a legend without even trying. Thanks mate.
Jeffro (IT..cousin that is) Solid performer, plodder, courteous, helpful, just a top Bull to have in your crew. Thanks mate.
DanD….had more sh$% put on him than a Port-a-loo pump out truck…..and just kept smiling, joking and coming back for more. A great bloke. Obviously enjoying his new bike, although I think he doesn’t appear to have a lot of confidence in his front wheel…..because he always seems to have it off the ground..so there’s no weight on it…what’s going there Dan?
Thanks to Mal5.1 and Donna for making the effort to come and see us on Saturday night. Quality people.
That’s it! 430ish k’s one day, 350ish the next – with almost every type of terrain on this continent. No whingers, No heroes, Great company, Really testing yourself without going too far, 3 punctures, 1 pair lost sunnies/ hair band, Nature at its most beautiful, Hot shower heaven, Excellent meal and rumbos, Top nights rest, new tracks found. Bring on Nundle.
Thanks everyone
Crash
Man I love the fiddy
Next time when filming TB, I’ll try tieing a rope to his fiddy, it’ll be the only way I could stay with him.
