Popular Post RUNAMUCK Posted March 3 Author Popular Post Posted March 3 Crikey dick what a massive weekend!!!! I'm not just saying that for fun. This is the first ever massive weekend where I've been a pissweak little bitch and taken a sick day afterwards. Here's the breakdown of my hazy recollections. (I invite other attendees to correct any errors/include any omission) Thursday we got away from CHC later that I'd originally hoped. I collected @Reliables2k from the plane station, and then @johnnyfive. Mad dog extraordinair @Gyrocket and his contingent of fellow mad dogs from Gizzy made it to CHC on their bikes. (after already riding picton to kaiks the day before) @Sungai Sungai also arrived at mine. Somehow they managed to shoehorn 4 bikes onto a trailer the size of a postage stamp. All the while my co-conspiritors @JustHarry and the fgt known as @- i5oogt - where similarly working feverishly to gather last minute essential supplies. (Honourable mention to Karl for spending the whole morning tearing around buying bread and salads) eventually i got my shit as together as it was going to get. (Not very tbh) and we headed for coal stream. I fortunately managed to get a sumptuous pub roast at the village inn at Geraldine on the way down. Eventually we arrived at the farm house a local had kindly rented out to us. Much aggressive relaxing ensued. Bit by bit the folk who were staying trickled in. Friday morning, (and the start of day 1) Saw a number of pie runs to the fairlie bake house. The remaining attendees showed up, and everyone gradually readied themselves for the first days action. The beginning was reasonably trouble free. The road through MacKenzies pass was in good order. And only one loose rolly bit between Haldon and black forest Station. (That riding on marbles feeling makes the old sphincter clench) @DRAD1Stylez managed his first flat tyre in MacKenzie pass. The private road through black forest Station was a joy to ride through again. With stunning views from the top. After the steep descent, we stopped for lunch in a secluded spot at the back of Lake Benmore. Harry, Karl, ablely helped by AdrianW, @Mof and @Carsnz123 cooked up a massive BBQ feed. (More meat than a FOAMER's anal cavity ) the ride the rest of the way to Omarama was mostly fast and flowing. a quick fuel stop at the servo, (old mate Raj demanded to take a picture of all our bikes ourside his gassie) and we set of on the second leg of day one. Broken hut road wasnt as rolly/squirmy as i remembered it. (But it defo had its moments!) At the end of this road was where the fun began in earnest! The mighty and venerable Omarama Saddle road. (Don't let the name fool you Billy, it's not really a road. More of a scoured out scar etched into the earth, littered with rocks, and deep ruts) JoshL managed to blow the clutch on my XR125 only a few hundred metres into the steep part. This trail certainly tested the destructive limits of both man and machine. [REDACTED] had a good off. (His wrist looked terrible) he insisted he'd be fine. But the next day saw him unable to ride. So Josh swapped places with him, and was back on his XR. The mighty Gizzy special C50 creation tore the top shock mount out of the frame. And another lad found the going a bit too tough, and had to finish that leg in the back up vehicle. With the many issues we encountered on this leg, we were really under the pump for time. The kitchen at the historic Vulcan Hotel closed at 730pm. The back up vehicles rolled in with 12 minutes to spare! Here we also rendezvous with the notorious craftsman of a great sharn, the artist known as @TimShadboltfan27 (aka "Mace Windu") The nosh came out fast, and the cold beer (hard earned!) Flowed freely. Shannon found a local chap with a welder. So after dinner, they set about repairing his frame. Harry expertly glued it back together. (Make gassless mig great again!) Ablely assisted by Shannon under the watchful eye of the local legend who's shed they were in. (Who also refused the take any payment whatsoever) back at the Vulcan Hotel, the hospitality was beyond reproach. We outlasted some locals. And the man behind the bar happily stayed on deck untill we ran out of steam. (Far later than was sensible for what it's worth!) The following day, this were a bit higgle-de-piggle-de. Due to the back up trailers getting such a good work out, it was deemed we needed to ditch the XR with the blown clutch. @Whoopeecock had a place at Alexandra. But that was 45 mins away. So I figured I'd dump it at my brother in laws place at Chatto creek. (20-ish mins closer) I couldn't raise anybody there by phone. (He was on the coast and his mrs works shift work as an Ambo) so William followed me the whole way there and I dumped it in his yard/sent his a txt explaining the story. The road to there was downhill. So I made not terrible time. But heading back to rendezvous with the group at the start of Tomsons Gorge was going to be slow going. So for the first and only time, the mighty and venerable, indestructible green NBC of destiny (thanks again for selling me this @Vintage Grumble it's a fucking trooper!) Went on the trailer back to meet the group. Tomsons Gorge is a real highlight/one of my favouite legs of the ride. Here @azzar bike basically cried uncle. (Suspected carburetor fault?) And two of the Lifan powered bikes had their top engine mount bolts fall out. (More vibrations than an Aliexpress search for ladys sex toys) the fuel stop in Cromwell dragged on quite a lot later than was ideal. Aaron ended up riding the lifan CT due to a young fella having a sore wrist. Duffers Saddle was an absolute delight to traverse. Plenty steep, but excelllent road surface, and glorious flowing corners. (Not to mention absolutely breathtaking views!) We managed to regroup at the lunch spot near the old school house in the Nevis valley. Although it's not as rough as the gnarly part of the Omarama saddle, it's still pretty rugged in places. (You really have to pick your line!) Plus there's quite a number of water crossings. (You REALLY gotta puck you line on these!) Needless to say, there were thrills and spills gallore on this leg. (And more than a few wet feet!) We regrouped at the start of the seal, before pushing on through Gaston to Lumsden for fuel. Following this was the long grueling (boring!) Sealed section to Waikaia for the night. Like an utter fucking mong, I went straight at Balfour, and went the long way turning at riversdale. (An extra 20km!) Poor @Spud1man followed me along for the ride too) The CT110 that ChrisB kindly loaned to Jammy got slower, and slower and slower. Eventually when It was maxed out at 45 it (and he) finished the trip to the days destination on the back up vehicle. we dribbled into Waikaia and checked into our various accommodations. (There was one snafu with the motel believing somebody had booked a room that they new nothing about, but @Sungai Sungai seized the opportunity to avoid sleeping in a tent faster than flies on fresh shit in summer!) The rear shock mount repair carried out on Night 1 was beginning to succumb to the unrelenting rigors of the Nevis. The helpful chap had only had threaded rod in stock. And it was starting to bend! An inquiry was made with one of the barmaids. "Excuse me ma'am, do you know any locals who might have a high tensile bolt they would sell me?" Yes my husband! So a proper fit for purpose bolt was procured. Another evening of merriment ensued. Another bed time a bit later than was sensible too. Unfortunately that evening, the heavens opened up. Much liquid sunshine cascaded down while we slept. The temperature took a tumble too. The following morning, it was wet weather gear all round. Due to the extremely treacherous nature of the track, and the high altitude/low temperatures, the decision was reluctantly made to abort attempting to ascend the Old Man Range. Due to the forecast looking dubious from a week out, route co-ordinator extraordinair @Mof had already been mapping out alternative roads to take. The initial road was that horrible loose rolly surface. (Coupled with steep camber too) this eventually abated to a much nicer road surface. And I was able to resume to usual pace. We rode to Moa flat, (its not very flat) and on to Miller's flat for lunch. During this section, @Spud1man engine abruptly stopped rotating while he was doing quite a clip. A bit of a low-side, and a wee slide off the road resulted. Fortunately his riding gear did its job. (Dress for the slide, not the ride) and didn't incur any serious damage. The weather was pretty fucking average while we again enjoyed another fucking epic feast off the BBQ. This was where Jammys CT came off the trailer, and AndrewS removed the carburetor. After whipping the bowl off, some shite was removed for the carb, and it ran even better than before! (James was stoked!) Sadly this was where we parted company with Mr Ritchie. (Always a pleasure, never a chore brother!) From miller's flat to to lake Onslow was dodgy as fuck. The track was slippery as fuck. Very very slow going for all but the most unhinged riders. (If I'd popped a lump of coal in my asshole at the start of that road, I would have been shitting diamonds by the end) Mercifully the surface conditions eventually improved to the state where we could maintain a pretty respectable pace. (I was at my limits to keep up with the lead pack) This leg did see a rider trade paint with a mistubishi triton. But fortunately no more serious than a broken door mirror, a scratch, and a bruised shoulder. Unfortunately this did see the rear shock on the C50 become a two piece model. Which was the last time this bike moved under its own steam on this ride. The final piece into ranfurly was mercifully fast and trouble free. Once in our accomadations, (most were staying at the Holiday park) we were able to shake off the day. Another hefty BBQ feed for dinner went down treat. (And a few rounds of shots which we'd been planning to have at the Obelisk/thwarted by the weather) Craig delved into his seized engine problem. The exact cause isn't 100% certain. But he discovered some damage beyond what was able to be repaired in the field. (Yes, that's a broken crankshaft) He and shannon attempted to fit one of his shocks to the C50. But it was an unsuitable length, and made the rear of his bike comically high. The solution was a simple one. Before and after dinner, the two of themselves about swapping rhe motor from the broken shock bike into the dead engine bike. They worked hard in the cold and dark. Eventually we heard the roaring of a bike being test ridden around the camp. Another night of merriment ensued. I can't speak for anyone else, but I definately pushed the boat out a bit to far........ This made the morning somewhat of a fucking chore. (Took a good wee spell before I began to resemble normal again) the weather was cold most of the day. And the wet weather gear stayed on. Ranfurly to Naesby, and onto Danseys Pass. At least person ran out of talent through Danseys. (No serious injury fortunately) Fuel.at Kurow. And the 5th and final BBQ feed at Kurow Island. I actually enjoyed this feed the best of them all. (Maybe it was linked to my dusty-ness beginning to lift?) We were all set to embark into the Hakataramea Valley, when there was problems with Two Stroke Toby's exhaust. While this was being wrangled with, a group of slower bikes (and me)got a head start. There was a very long sealed section before the road once again turned to gravel. The surface on this leg was very hit and miss. Many ford's to cross. After crossing the boundary back into the MacKenzie basin, the surface improved out of sight. The final stretch back to the seal was a warp 9 sprint down the hill. A quick re-group, and we set off to re-ride MacKenzie pass in reverse. We encountered a grader performing maintenace which in many regards made it even worse for motorbikes. (Ironically, two years ago we encountered a gradernin exactlynthe same spot) By now people were getting tired, and starting to think about packing up and heading home. Sadly the tried and true corner marker system which had kept everyone on track and together the whole ride went out the window. (NO TROLL LEFT BEHIND!) And despite everyone being given a copy of the exact pace notes at the start of the ride, Jammy followed somebody who he thought knew the way only to end up lost. (And out of gas) kind of a ratshit finish for him for sure. Back at the farm house, everyone feverishly packed their shit up so they could fuck off home. (It was the fastest I'd seen some of them move all weekend) We hastily had a prizegiving. Winners were, @Spud1man and @azzar for having decent offs. @Gyrocket for furthest traveled. (And as the ringleader responsible for bringing down the team of Mad dogs from sunny Gisbourne. shannon for fixing his bike the most times, @DRAD1Stylez for the most punctures. (Third straight moped Melee where his NBC has rolled across the finish line on the back up trailer) @Hungry for for being quick to help out to change a tube/etc. AdrianW for "that could have been a whole lot worse"/having a skirmish with a ute @Sungai Sungai for being the newbie who owned it. MasonM, (I forget what for, but he earned a prize for that anyway) JoshL got a literal wooden spoon for breaking the bike I loaned him on the first day. I can't remember who or what else tbh. (All the prizes were cheap nasty garbage from pandamart fwiw) Thanks to everyone who made the effort to come. Both from near and very far. Without people turning up to share these experiences, then there isn't an experience to share in the first place. Thanks to everyone who helped other by lending tools, nuts, bolts, bits of wire, tubes (lol) of an extra pair of hands/set of eyes to cobble something back together. Lastly, extra special thanks go to @Mof for planning the routes, leading the way, and trying to keep everyone on track/schedule. (With such a big group, it was a bit like herding cats this year. @JustHarry , @- i5oogt -, @Carsnz123 for their hard work driving back up, picking up broken bikes (and people) and manni g the BBQ 5 times to keep the team fed. (Its no mean feat) additionally Karl and Harry for all the extra behind the scenes work planning the supplies/logistics/etc to make things work out. There was a lot of time and effort invested to ensure we had most bases covered. (Absolutely nothing happens by accident when planning these things) Fuck me, I'm rekt for what it's worth. I don't recall ever being this fucked in my entire life........... My names Bart, and that was Our story! 17 10 Quote
Whoopeecock Posted March 3 Posted March 3 Fasaark… what a summary! This is why I come on these rides, not only for the amazing views, bloody fucking lovely food by some wonderful cooks and all round top blokes; but mainly for your sharns Bart. You don’t disappoint. Thanks again for a top weekend everyone. 1 1 Quote
RUNAMUCK Posted March 3 Author Posted March 3 Thanks Jeff! Good to have one of the OG's back on board again after a few years hiatus too. Did I mention how fucking rooted I am? 1 Quote
bigfoot Posted March 3 Posted March 3 Mum sent me this photo of Old man range from her kitchen window on Monday morning note the fresh snow 3 1 Quote
Whoopeecock Posted March 3 Posted March 3 I’m looking at the Obelisk right now, and there’s a bit of snow left that hasn’t melted from this morning. Was a lot more up there Sunday and Monday. Quote
rusty360 Posted March 3 Posted March 3 4 hours ago, RUNAMUCK said: Crikey dick what a massive weekend!!!! I'm not just saying that for fun. This is the first ever massive weekend where I've been a pissweak little bitch and taken a sick day afterwards. Here's the breakdown of my hazy recollections. (I invite other attendees to correct any errors/include any omission) Thursday we got away from CHC later that I'd originally hoped. I collected @Reliables2k from the plane station, and then @johnnyfive. Mad dog extraordinair @Gyrocket and his contingent of fellow mad dogs from Gizzy made it to CHC on their bikes. (after already riding picton to kaiks the day before) @Sungai Sungai also arrived at mine. Somehow they managed to shoehorn 4 bikes onto a trailer the size of a postage stamp. All the while my co-conspiritors @JustHarry and the fgt known as @- i5oogt - where similarly working feverishly to gather last minute essential supplies. (Honourable mention to Karl for spending the whole morning tearing around buying bread and salads) eventually i got my shit as together as it was going to get. (Not very tbh) and we headed for coal stream. I fortunately managed to get a sumptuous pub roast at the village inn at Geraldine on the way down. Eventually we arrived at the farm house a local had kindly rented out to us. Much aggressive relaxing ensued. Bit by bit the folk who were staying trickled in. Friday morning, (and the start of day 1) Saw a number of pie runs to the fairlie bake house. The remaining attendees showed up, and everyone gradually readied themselves for the first days action. The beginning was reasonably trouble free. The road through MacKenzies pass was in good order. And only one loose rolly bit between Haldon and black forest Station. (That riding on marbles feeling makes the old sphincter clench) @DRAD1Stylez managed his first flat tyre in MacKenzie pass. The private road through black forest Station was a joy to ride through again. With stunning views from the top. After the steep descent, we stopped for lunch in a secluded spot at the back of Lake Benmore. Harry, Karl, ablely helped by AdrianW, @Mof and @Carsnz123 cooked up a massive BBQ feed. (More meat than a FOAMER's anal cavity ) the ride the rest of the way to Omarama was mostly fast and flowing. a quick fuel stop at the servo, (old mate Raj demanded to take a picture of all our bikes ourside his gassie) and we set of on the second leg of day one. Broken hut road wasnt as rolly/squirmy as i remembered it. (But it defo had its moments!) At the end of this road was where the fun began in earnest! The mighty and venerable Omarama Saddle road. (Don't let the name fool you Billy, it's not really a road. More of a scoured out scar etched into the earth, littered with rocks, and deep ruts) JoshL managed to blow the clutch on my XR125 only a few hundred metres into the steep part. This trail certainly tested the destructive limits of both man and machine. DannyW had a good off. (His wrist looked terrible) he insisted he'd be fine. But the next day saw him unable to ride. So Josh swapped places with him, and was back on his XR. The mighty Gizzy special C50 creation tore the top shock mount out of the frame. And another lad found the going a bit too tough, and had to finish that leg in the back up vehicle. With the many issues we encountered on this leg, we were really under the pump for time. The kitchen at the historic Vulcan Hotel closed at 730pm. The back up vehicles rolled in with 12 minutes to spare! Here we also rendezvous with the notorious craftsman of a great sharn, the artist known as @TimShadboltfan27 (aka "Mace Windu") The nosh came out fast, and the cold beer (hard earned!) Flowed freely. Shannon found a local chap with a welder. So after dinner, they set about repairing his frame. Harry expertly glued it back together. (Make gassless mig great again!) Ablely assisted by Shannon under the watchful eye of the local legend who's shed they were in. (Who also refused the take any payment whatsoever) back at the Vulcan Hotel, the hospitality was beyond reproach. We outlasted some locals. And the man behind the bar happily stayed on deck untill we ran out of steam. (Far later than was sensible for what it's worth!) The following day, this were a bit higgle-de-piggle-de. Due to the back up trailers getting such a good work out, it was deemed we needed to ditch the XR with the blown clutch. @Whoopeecock had a place at Alexandra. But that was 45 mins away. So I figured I'd dump it at my brother in laws place at Chatto creek. (20-ish mins closer) I couldn't raise anybody there by phone. (He was on the coast and his mrs works shift work as an Ambo) so William followed me the whole way there and I dumped it in his yard/sent his a txt explaining the story. The road to there was downhill. So I made not terrible time. But heading back to rendezvous with the group at the start of Tomsons Gorge was going to be slow going. So for the first and only time, the mighty and venerable, indestructible green NBC of destiny (thanks again for selling me this @Vintage Grumble it's a fucking trooper!) Went on the trailer back to meet the group. Tomsons Gorge is a real highlight/one of my favouite legs of the ride. Here @azzar bike basically cried uncle. (Suspected carburetor fault?) And two of the Lifan powered bikes had their top engine mount bolts fall out. (More vibrations than an Aliexpress search for ladys sex toys) the fuel stop in Cromwell dragged on quite a lot later than was ideal. Aaron ended up riding the lifan CT due to a young fella having a sore wrist. Duffers Saddle was an absolute delight to traverse. Plenty steep, but excelllent road surface, and glorious flowing corners. (Not to mention absolutely breathtaking views!) We managed to regroup at the lunch spot near the old school house in the Nevis valley. Although it's not as rough as the gnarly part of the Omarama saddle, it's still pretty rugged in places. (You really have to pick your line!) Plus there's quite a number of water crossings. (You REALLY gotta puck you line on these!) Needless to say, there were thrills and spills gallore on this leg. (And more than a few wet feet!) We regrouped at the start of the seal, before pushing on through Gaston to Lumsden for fuel. Following this was the long grueling (boring!) Sealed section to Waikaia for the night. Like an utter fucking mong, I went straight at Balfour, and went the long way turning at riversdale. (An extra 20km!) Poor @Spud1man followed me along for the ride too) The CT110 that ChrisB kindly loaned to Jammy got slower, and slower and slower. Eventually when It was maxed out at 45 it (and he) finished the trip to the days destination on the back up vehicle. we dribbled into Waikaia and checked into our various accommodations. (There was one snafu with the motel believing somebody had booked a room that they new nothing about, but @Sungai Sungai seized the opportunity to avoid sleeping in a tent faster than flies on fresh shit in summer!) The rear shock mount repair carried out on Night 1 was beginning to succumb to the unrelenting rigors of the Nevis. The helpful chap had only had threaded rod in stock. And it was starting to bend! An inquiry was made with one of the barmaids. "Excuse me ma'am, do you know any locals who might have a high tensile bolt they would sell me?" Yes my husband! So a proper fit for purpose bolt was procured. Another evening of merriment ensued. Another bed time a bit later than was sensible too. Unfortunately that evening, the heavens opened up. Much liquid sunshine cascaded down while we slept. The temperature took a tumble too. The following morning, it was wet weather gear all round. Due to the extremely treacherous nature of the track, and the high altitude/low temperatures, the decision was reluctantly made to abort attempting to ascend the Old Man Range. Due to the forecast looking dubious from a week out, route co-ordinator extraordinair @Mof had already been mapping out alternative roads to take. The initial road was that horrible loose rolly surface. (Coupled with steep camber too) this eventually abated to a much nicer road surface. And I was able to resume to usual pace. We rode to Moa flat, (its not very flat) and on to Miller's flat for lunch. During this section, @Spud1man engine abruptly stopped rotating while he was doing quite a clip. A bit of a low-side, and a wee slide off the road resulted. Fortunately his riding gear did its job. (Dress for the slide, not the ride) and didn't incur any serious damage. The weather was pretty fucking average while we again enjoyed another fucking epic feast off the BBQ. This was where Jammys CT came off the trailer, and AndrewS removed the carburetor. After whipping the bowl off, some shite was removed for the carb, and it ran even better than before! (James was stoked!) Sadly this was where we parted company with Mr Ritchie. (Always a pleasure, never a chore brother!) From miller's flat to to lake Onslow was dodgy as fuck. The track was slippery as fuck. Very very slow going for all but the most unhinged riders. (If I'd popped a lump of coal in my asshole at the start of that road, I would have been shitting diamonds by the end) Mercifully the surface conditions eventually improved to the state where we could maintain a pretty respectable pace. (I was at my limits to keep up with the lead pack) This leg did see a rider trade paint with a mistubishi triton. But fortunately no more serious than a broken door mirror, a scratch, and a bruised shoulder. Unfortunately this did see the rear shock on the C50 become a two piece model. Which was the last time this bike moved under its own steam on this ride. The final piece into ranfurly was mercifully fast and trouble free. Once in our accomadations, (most were staying at the Holiday park) we were able to shake off the day. Another hefty BBQ feed for dinner went down treat. (And a few rounds of shots which we'd been planning to have at the Obelisk/thwarted by the weather) Craig delved into his seized engine problem. The exact cause isn't 100% certain. But he discovered some damage beyond what was able to be repaired in the field. (Yes, that's a broken crankshaft) He and shannon attempted to fit one of his shocks to the C50. But it was an unsuitable length, and made the rear of his bike comically high. The solution was a simple one. Before and after dinner, the two of themselves about swapping rhe motor from the broken shock bike into the dead engine bike. They worked hard in the cold and dark. Eventually we heard the roaring of a bike being test ridden around the camp. Another night of merriment ensued. I can't speak for anyone else, but I definately pushed the boat out a bit to far........ This made the morning somewhat of a fucking chore. (Took a good wee spell before I began to resemble normal again) the weather was cold most of the day. And the wet weather gear stayed on. Ranfurly to Naesby, and onto Danseys Pass. At least person ran out of talent through Danseys. (No serious injury fortunately) Fuel.at Kurow. And the 5th and final BBQ feed at Kurow Island. I actually enjoyed this feed the best of them all. (Maybe it was linked to my dusty-ness beginning to lift?) We were all set to embark into the Hakataramea Valley, when there was problems with Two Stroke Toby's exhaust. While this was being wrangled with, a group of slower bikes (and me)got a head start. There was a very long sealed section before the road once again turned to gravel. The surface on this leg was very hit and miss. Many ford's to cross. After crossing the boundary back into the MacKenzie basin, the surface improved out of sight. The final stretch back to the seal was a warp 9 sprint down the hill. A quick re-group, and we set off to re-ride MacKenzie pass in reverse. We encountered a grader performing maintenace which in many regards made it even worse for motorbikes. (Ironically, two years ago we encountered a gradernin exactlynthe same spot) By now people were getting tired, and starting to think about packing up and heading home. Sadly the tried and true corner marker system which had kept everyone on track and together the whole ride went out the window. (NO TROLL LEFT BEHIND!) And despite everyone being given a copy of the exact pace notes at the start of the ride, Jammy followed somebody who he thought knew the way only to end up lost. (And out of gas) kind of a ratshit finish for him for sure. Back at the farm house, everyone feverishly packed their shit up so they could fuck off home. (It was the fastest I'd seen some of them move all weekend) We hastily had a prizegiving. Winners were, @Spud1man and @azzar for having decent offs. @Gyrocket for furthest traveled. (And as the ringleader responsible for bringing down the team of Mad dogs from sunny Gisbourne. shannon for fixing his bike the most times, @DRAD1Stylez for the most punctures. (Third straight moped Melee where his NBC has rolled across the finish line on the back up trailer) @Hungry for for being quick to help out to change a tube/etc. AdrianW for "that could have been a whole lot worse"/having a skirmish with a ute @Sungai Sungai for being the newbie who owned it. MasonM, (I forget what for, but he earned a prize for that anyway) JoshL got a literal wooden spoon for breaking the bike I loaned him on the first day. I can't remember who or what else tbh. (All the prizes were cheap nasty garbage from pandamart fwiw) Thanks to everyone who made the effort to come. Both from near and very far. Without people turning up to share these experiences, then there isn't an experience to share in the first place. Thanks to everyone who helped other by lending tools, nuts, bolts, bits of wire, tubes (lol) of an extra pair of hands/set of eyes to cobble something back together. Lastly, extra special thanks go to @Mof for planning the routes, leading the way, and trying to keep everyone on track/schedule. (With such a big group, it was a bit like herding cats this year. @JustHarry , @- i5oogt -, @Carsnz123 for their hard work driving back up, picking up broken bikes (and people) and manni g the BBQ 5 times to keep the team fed. (Its no mean feat) additionally Karl and Harry for all the extra behind the scenes work planning the supplies/logistics/etc to make things work out. There was a lot of time and effort invested to ensure we had most bases covered. (Absolutely nothing happens by accident when planning these things) Fuck me, I'm rekt for what it's worth. I don't recall ever being this fucked in my entire life........... My names Bart, and that was Our story! Epic story/report! 1 1 Quote
RUNAMUCK Posted March 3 Author Posted March 3 44 minutes ago, Nominal said: Great write-up. Hope it was done on a phone! You fucking know it Terry! It took me a long time. I have to keep going into messenger and borrowing pictures from the group chat/pic dump 2 1 Quote
RUNAMUCK Posted March 3 Author Posted March 3 5 hours ago, RUNAMUCK said: [REDACTED] had a good off, (his wrist looked terrible) He insisted he would be fine, but the next day he was unable to ride. Yeah, about that...... I told him at the time, that looks broken mate. 2 3 Quote
Hungry Posted March 4 Posted March 4 Excellent summary of weekends activities @RUNAMUCK Thank you @RUNAMUCK @Mof @JustHarry @- i5oogt - and @Carsnz123 for all of the organising, cooking up outstanding feeds and driving the support vehicles. Another memorable long weekend of riding these bucket list tracks. Good to catch up with some familiar faces as well as meeting some new GCs. Dropped my phone in the first fifteen minutes which then got run over, but one of those kind Gizzy riders picked it up. Managed to cancel the emergency SOS call which was on the last 10 seconds of countdown – turned that feature off!! Never had a puncture on any of the previous melee’s but got two on this one and then managed to pinch a tube – tut tut! Towards the end of the Nevis saved a sheep from a slow death which was hanging upside down with two legs wrapped in the wire fence. Chris B helped me untangle the wire so the sheep could hobble off like nothing happened. Cheers all. Looking forward to the next one…… 4 Quote
tortron Posted March 4 Posted March 4 Uhh yeah, uhh the sheep, it was uhhh tangled, yeah, I was helping it free! 1 4 Quote
Chris.QCR Posted March 4 Posted March 4 Outstanding Story telling Bart. Made me feel like I was actually there ! 1 Quote
RUNAMUCK Posted March 4 Author Posted March 4 Every time that post gets a reaction, I find myself reading it again. Lol. (But it's long, so I give up) 2 Quote
Reliables2k Posted March 4 Posted March 4 Big thanks to @RUNAMUCK @Mof @JustHarry @- i5oogt - @Carsnz123 for all the planning prep and incredible food. The riding is epic but these events really are made great by the people who we share it with. Ya all GC and I look forward to the next one. 2 1 Quote
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