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Toddys Grip it n Rip - we need more wood!
Report by BillyBob
We all meet up at the Woky Pub at 0730 for our last poo on a proper toilet before the big camp out , there was terror in a few faces as there were big black clouds in the sky and a quick discussion on how they stuff up the weather report on the news and we were off . We roll up to the base camp and a few crew were already settled in . The beanies and jackets were coming off to suit up for the day , god there are a few white legs around like fluro tube lights , all crew suited up ready to go with that look in the eye like a kid at Christmas ( conditions are perfect ).Grip and rip Toddy calls and we hear the roars as we head off . Toddy straight onto some of the best single tracks a man with a bike could ever hope for except me what is wrong with this bike ( sad to admit it but the choke was still on ) Toddy is riding like a man possessed up front keeping a great pace wiht a few great battles in the middle of the pack and the roar of the engines through the bush like a herd of wild tigers , stopping at the top of bobs hill to take in the view for moment before tackling the rocky slippery single trail descent , no carnage and the ride flows on ,then the single trail opens up to greasy , muddy , heart pumping hill climbs we have a quick breather and a suck on the camel back engines revving , and off we go , pick the right line we are all thinking , shit no carnage again doing well . A quick breather and all we can here is Rothy telling the boys here comes the mother of all rutted , muddy , slippery hill climbs , Tommys nuckels are white as he wants to fight the hill like Danny Green but the sounds of a 2 banga ring out first its Dazza , he wants to show that the thong slapper 2 bangas have got what it takes , crashing through the group of men to tackle it first ( TIN TIN Tin is all we hear ) , goggles on and we are all chasing behind , Dazza picks the wrong line and all the crew who went left get stuck in the rutts but with full noise and mud flying the boys who picked the right side made it up , but Rothy dosnt seem to pick a line and snakyies it up the whole way , with a great photo opportunity Pounce , pounces into action as there is carnage and a few engines hitting the rev limiter . The two banga with Dazza on it makes it up but we are left with Harvs and and trusty old Mike on the tractor to come , the thunder of the last 2 starts and we hear them coming and oh so close , you could piss the distance they needed to make , thanks goes to Mike530 and WaynoVB for going the extra mile and getting the fallen out and up that demond hill . We push on running along the fast fence line section blood still pumping but the mother of all hill climbs has taken it toll on Harvs and he limps back to the camp to lick his wounds . Back to the single tracks and the woops are starting to hurt the arse like a float at the Sydney Martigra . We push on , no one wants to stop as this is Gods country for riding , with such a variety of terrain but we pull into camp for a well earned beer . Harvs has the fire started and we say a sad fairwell to the boys that have to go home, there was a tear in WaynoVB eyes as he drove away knowing that we had another day in perfect conditions the next day for riding , the wood pile was running low , so Rothy gets the Rodeo and trailer and a few load in to collect wood beer in hand , we load the trailer and i don’t think the axel can hold any more . Mike530 eyes light up when we pull back into camp he starts loading the fire and he cant resist , the beers are flowing and the guts started rumbling , off into the bush to get the BBQ plate and kick Rothys shit from last time off it . The one thing i know there was alot of Chiefs and not enough Indians but we got the BBQ plate done and the camp ovens covered in coals . Buy Now the bullshit around the fire was in full flight , with tucker in our guts the beers are flowing until i see Rothy pouring down a dirty Guinness , Tommy sniffs it out and hes on the wagon , then comes the scotch , the rum , the Bourbon and the gruper but there was one on Trailer park Vodka who wanted to finish the bottle and he had hold of it like a baby on the boob ( he was latched on ) . But the old saying what happens on a boys trip stays on a boys trip so we wont go there . Mick530 was feeling the cold and he seemed to want to clear the forest to load the fire and with one of the largest logs to ever be put on the fire he was done ( pounce your photos don’t show just how big it was in real life ) and can we please change Mick 530 to Mick350 because if his swag was big enough he would have slept with his 350 . Also there could be a few profile pics we could change . Anyway the numbers were thinning around the fire and i knew it was my bed time when the 80s keyboard music started , Gareth something to know for next time Aussies like ACDC on camping trips , i felt like i was in the march in Sydney again LOL only Joking The sun hit the sky and there were a few heads that looked like they had gone 12 rounds with Mike Tyson , with a quick BBQ breaky we found out there were only a few good men willing to take on the days challenge 5 in total . After a few quick good byes we were suited up and on our way , how lucky are we to live in the amazing country with bike riding on tap . A quick 50 or 60 Ks and we were spent so back to base camp . Thanks goes to Toddy for the best ride of the year so far , it will be hard to top that . Also for Husq Mike for a great effort sweeping with a busted finger and Harvs for sweeping the second day . A big thanks to all the boys who turned up to make it a great time , we come from all over the state but we are like mates that have grown up together all our lives . ROTD- Toddy for a great Lead – Legend SOTD- Rothy for backing his trailer into Toddys bike ( he is a truck driver and should know how to reverse )                                                             |
