Trev and Adam were keen for another run through the scrub.
We took a day off through the week. Self employment has it's advantages.
We met at Trevs riverside abode and started to get organised.
Best damn bike ever.
Adam decided to change his oil at the last minute.
Regular changes are pretty necessary on these orange things.
This is Sanchez. He is Trevs alarm clock.
Trev hates being woken early.
Heading out towards Boonanghi.
You think someone would remove that tree.
Adam plays catch up with the mighty berg and super DR.
Which way is it again? I don't know. Check that sign.
Well the sign isn't much good for anything.
We've been here before says Adam.
Oh no. The KTM has locked it's gearbox.
We find a gear and lock it in. Adam rides gingerly home.
Trev gave me a ride on his 450 Husaberg.
I liked it very much. It's ergonomics were good. The suspension was supple.
And the engine was like a turbine. Bulk power.
I was happy to get back on old yella though.
Its not a bad view from Trevs verandah.
Here's the other view.
A big rat was making a nuisance of himself.
Trev had trouble getting him in the trap.
Then.. snap! The chair finished him off.
Best beer spot ever.
Sanchez has a bad habit of shitting on Trevs boots.
He won't last long at this rate.
Then we got the spanners onto the KTM again.
We have to find what locked that gearbox.
Turns out one of the dogs had broken from a gear and jammed up the works.
It could be expensive.
KTM Sunday, ATM Monday I reckon.