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Good and bad ride in one.
Jindabyne Snowy Hoot 2009.
Ron Balls dropped his bike whilst getting a little too excited with Dirtbags around some corners, but kept riding anyway. Then we got a huge storm, I have never ridden in wetter weather, with lightning strikes literally 100's of metres away from us. Of course that didn't stop the leaders from still doing just under 200kph in a lot of places. Insane.
Finally make it up there, find out I am in with Ray and his son Glenn. I only have one pair of boots and they are soaked have to get them off, so I ask if I can wear Rays boots to dinner. Glenn says sure. So off I go to dinner, mention it to Ray and if looks could kill. If only I knew about his guns back then I would never have attempted it!!!! :-)
Anyway good few days, did the loop and survived.
Time to head back home. I head off by myself.
Going going going, thinking to myself it getting colder and seems like I am going up?
No, can't be as I see the hydro pipes I saw coming in so must be going the right way, keep going going. f***, something is wrong now as I'm heading up a dirt track now!
Keep going and finally admit I'm lost.
Petrol is low, I'm cold, tired and lost.
I stop and decide to go all the way back.
Stop, carefully roll the bike back so I can do a u turn in this small dirt road.
I didn't notice there was a corrugated bit and it was enough for me to lose balance.
Almost in slow motion struggling to keep the bike up I have no choice but to gently rest it on the ground.
Faaaaaaaaaaaaaaark, my blue black pride and joy.
Whole side is scratched.
Finally get back down realising that yes, I HAVE gone back up the frikking mountain.
A very sad ride home by myself swearing in my helmet, how could I have just done what I did.
The end.
(PS Don't get old as I am not sure if my dates are right above re Jindy, I'm sure someone will correct me.)
Jindabyne Snowy Hoot 2009.
Ron Balls dropped his bike whilst getting a little too excited with Dirtbags around some corners, but kept riding anyway. Then we got a huge storm, I have never ridden in wetter weather, with lightning strikes literally 100's of metres away from us. Of course that didn't stop the leaders from still doing just under 200kph in a lot of places. Insane.
Finally make it up there, find out I am in with Ray and his son Glenn. I only have one pair of boots and they are soaked have to get them off, so I ask if I can wear Rays boots to dinner. Glenn says sure. So off I go to dinner, mention it to Ray and if looks could kill. If only I knew about his guns back then I would never have attempted it!!!! :-)
Anyway good few days, did the loop and survived.
Time to head back home. I head off by myself.
Going going going, thinking to myself it getting colder and seems like I am going up?
No, can't be as I see the hydro pipes I saw coming in so must be going the right way, keep going going. f***, something is wrong now as I'm heading up a dirt track now!
Keep going and finally admit I'm lost.
Petrol is low, I'm cold, tired and lost.
I stop and decide to go all the way back.
Stop, carefully roll the bike back so I can do a u turn in this small dirt road.
I didn't notice there was a corrugated bit and it was enough for me to lose balance.
Almost in slow motion struggling to keep the bike up I have no choice but to gently rest it on the ground.
Faaaaaaaaaaaaaaark, my blue black pride and joy.
Whole side is scratched.
Finally get back down realising that yes, I HAVE gone back up the frikking mountain.
A very sad ride home by myself swearing in my helmet, how could I have just done what I did.
The end.
(PS Don't get old as I am not sure if my dates are right above re Jindy, I'm sure someone will correct me.)
