22-07-2012, 12:10am
So Simmo let the cat out of the bag. I guess it is time to introduce the two latest members of Ranga Rage Racing.
I accidentally went to the auctions a few weeks ago with no intention of buying anything and all the ex-postie bikes were there. I've always wanted one, there is something so very iconic about the postie. Every time you mention the postie, everyone has a story or has owned one. I found myself stalking a man in a boiler suit, flung my arm in the air and bugger me, I owned a postie.
SURE, I appear to have gotten the shit one, because I wasn't going to BUY one, I didn't have time to actually LOOK at any of the bikes, so mine was covered in oil.
After two cans of engine degreaser and an hour with a high pressure hose I managed to completely drown her and she refused to start, but you get that on the big jobs.
In googling postie bikes (and buying shit off ebay), I found the postie challenge and joined up on a whim. So now I was committed to 4000kms from Perth to Broome, 2000kms of dirt, two days of really bad dirt that decides who finishes and who doesn't (f***).
So I decided it was time to learn to ride dirt, so off to Tumbarumba, home of high rainfall and slippery clay.
So after a weekend of bushbashing at Tumba, I decided to try her on the track at EC. Simmo has already posted that photo, me deciding to take her out in red group, but after that was voted down, I cut fully sick laps out the back of the pits. The mail won't deliver itself you know!
Turns out everyone loves the tracky, I opened the trailer to find the trackbike had snugggled up. The tracky was all scratched up, the postie gave us the finger and just kept on trucking.
And tonight I had a couple of drinks. A mate sent me a link, everything seems like a good idea when you have a glass of scotch in your hand..... introducing The Cub. She needs a bit of work, but I have named her Mavis after my Nanna.
So that takes the total to five. The busa, the GSXR750 tracky, the RGV250 tracky, the postie and the Cub. I still laugh every time my Dad asks why I don't park the car in my garage.
I accidentally went to the auctions a few weeks ago with no intention of buying anything and all the ex-postie bikes were there. I've always wanted one, there is something so very iconic about the postie. Every time you mention the postie, everyone has a story or has owned one. I found myself stalking a man in a boiler suit, flung my arm in the air and bugger me, I owned a postie.
SURE, I appear to have gotten the shit one, because I wasn't going to BUY one, I didn't have time to actually LOOK at any of the bikes, so mine was covered in oil.
After two cans of engine degreaser and an hour with a high pressure hose I managed to completely drown her and she refused to start, but you get that on the big jobs.
In googling postie bikes (and buying shit off ebay), I found the postie challenge and joined up on a whim. So now I was committed to 4000kms from Perth to Broome, 2000kms of dirt, two days of really bad dirt that decides who finishes and who doesn't (f***).
So I decided it was time to learn to ride dirt, so off to Tumbarumba, home of high rainfall and slippery clay.
So after a weekend of bushbashing at Tumba, I decided to try her on the track at EC. Simmo has already posted that photo, me deciding to take her out in red group, but after that was voted down, I cut fully sick laps out the back of the pits. The mail won't deliver itself you know!
Turns out everyone loves the tracky, I opened the trailer to find the trackbike had snugggled up. The tracky was all scratched up, the postie gave us the finger and just kept on trucking.
And tonight I had a couple of drinks. A mate sent me a link, everything seems like a good idea when you have a glass of scotch in your hand..... introducing The Cub. She needs a bit of work, but I have named her Mavis after my Nanna.
So that takes the total to five. The busa, the GSXR750 tracky, the RGV250 tracky, the postie and the Cub. I still laugh every time my Dad asks why I don't park the car in my garage.