Side Cut Trail Ride

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.

Very happy.

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.

Dungay Creek Ride

I'd done some maintenance on old yella the night before.

I must have split the cam chain tensioner gasket in the refitting.

The old girl was spitting oil all over the header pipe.

So we swung into gear for repair.

Well Trev did. I tried to help.

He was like a whirlwind of spanners and gasket paper.

The old mail man was all over the road.

Leaping Leo looking all spiffy.

There's a bike in there somewhere.

The mighty Berg. And the not so mighty XR400.

Adam does some stretches in case he falls off.

You're not going to fall off today are you Adam?

Woops.. Spoke too soon.

Cmon big fellah. Walk it off.

Out of the creek bed.

Leo exits the single track.

I waited for ages at the creek. We stopped for morning tea.

Then on to the blowhole.

It's still there. A beautiful place.

Adam describes his moves when he decked it.

Leo reckons this photo is for his girlfriend.

Another good day in the scrub. Cheers boys.

Gingers Creek with the Port Macquarie Road Riders

Todd and the Port Macquarie Road Riders invited me for a run up Gingers Creek.

You get to see all sorts of bikes at the cafe.

Extremely clean semi-adventure bikes.

Super rattly Ducatis.

Even Suzuki's with the bum cut off em.

I love Buells. Did I tell you I love Buells?

The Diavel up front. An interesting machine.

I don't mind the look of these Trumpies.

The boys head back down the hill.

Love that Buell.

The big cruiser not scraping.

Another big cruiser not scraping.

A modern Honda about to start scraping.

Scraaaaappppeee..

Wobble wobble --- faaaaarrrk!

The red cruiser was backing it in under gear changes.

A drag start fellahs?

Nah, we will just cruise. The coppers are out today.

Stopped at Long Flat pub for a beer.

I like the black Duke.

I like the red one too.

It's art.

Nice to see an old Hailwood out and about.

This is red and tasty.

But black just looks cool.

A few beers. A few laughs.

Someones going to have dirty undies I reckon.