Thought that while I wait on the second day one vid... I'll start day 2 ;D
I woke up with more than a little anxiety….1st thing I did was go and look under the bike – no drips!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! No sweating of fuel, nada! Ahweee my bru – welcome to the jungle.
In the light now I gave the bike a quick going over again, kicked and poked, and then satisfied I went and had some awesome home-made breakie…. Things were looking up I tell you
The day consisted of the usual liason and then SS. Everyone had filled with fuel and was ready for some sand. I took off – still in the start times from day 1 – at 23rd. It was actually quite chilly that AM and we all potted through an easy Liason. I actually took one wrong turn but fortunately realized, and then somehow managed to hook up with Roger just before the SS start. I recall going through a beautiful pan with a long straight road…. Gyrochopter over-head as I followed the dust trails in front of me….. Bike running well, power back, smiles all the way.
Roger and I pulled up to John at the SS start and he counted us down. Now I know this Roger character – the man is a machine on that Rallye bike. I’d have my work cut out trying to keep up with him. We high fived, happy to be starting together, and then it was go time. That 1st section of farm tracks through shrubbery was fast and furious. I tucked in behind him and tried to navigate. In no time at all a big DUNE loomed up ahead of us. I dropped back to give him some space and saw him drop a gear and put the hammer down…. I followed suit, jumped in the left side track, looked ahead up the dune and picked a line, and smashed the throttle against the stop in 3rd gear. There were tracks EVERYWHERE…. That would be the rule for the day…. Criss crossing, on and off track, over bushes and trees….
That little bike of mine – man does she love the sand. We sailed up at speed, and navigated the fallen bikes, people pushing, and shrubbery at the top. I didn’t so much as glance sideways – I had my race face on today… I crested the dune cautiously and then gunned it flat out down the other side – concentrating on relaxing my grip and allowing the bike to just do her thing.
Dune after dune we flew – this was the most fun I’d had in a long time. It was tricky at times – steep descents with loose sand, tracks running along a fence line – the left side of the track you smashing thorny shrubs with your left handle bar, if you on the right side you are very close to hitting the fence. All the time there is a maze of tracks to chase. Roger had dropped me in his dust by now so I rode on solo.
This Is Roger - awesome photography!
Some pics I stole from FB:
Some team work was required....
Claude:
BlueBull getting sand blasted
On one dune there was a rider that looked to have gone clear off the far side of the Dune – there were people around and he was up….bike lying far ahead in the sand. He looked ok so off I went.
After the initial dunes there were some very deceptive pans to cross. I was quite lucky in that I had caught up to someone on a 690 – He was riding well and we were opening gates together. He went into the pan 1st. I watched from behind as he just started to drift sideways – WTF? Then I hit it – it was deceptively slippery and sticky from the rain 2 days before – sucking the power but not giving any traction – I sat back and kept the power on, not daring to turn at all and I was through. Then the track threw at us all kinds of things – Little rocky climbs, gates with deep sand either side, gates that sprung up just after dunes, rocky out crops on sandy tracks that suddenly sent you flying sky-wards. Concentration was essential… navigation was easy. There were one or 2 VERY steep drop offs in soft sand…. One had to approached the far side of the dunes at an angle, crest and then gunn it down. From the tracks that I saw these had already claimed a good few riders.
I loose track of time…but near the end of the SS, Greg Raaff caught up to me at a gate – we rode nicely together for quite some time, coming to the end of the dune section. I was in front at one point and we caught another rider – He was going cautiously up a very steep rocky section and I opted to pass him on the right – all OK, but at the top of the climb the road curved right – hard ground with a lot of small loose rocks. As I took the corner I glanced down to check my map book and I clipped a rock with the front tyre. I was just not concentrating and It bounced to the left, caught, and high sided me before I even knew what was happening. Wow did I hit the ground hard. We weren’t going fast, but still. I heard the bike scraping along and felt my left knee hit hard.
I was very fortunate in that I landed in the left side track, and so avoided the majority of the big rocks. The guy I just passed must have had a good chuckle – He stopped and asked if I was OK – and then carried on. Greg launched off his bike and ran over to check on me. My left knee was sore and my wrists were sore but I was ok. He laughed later reciting the events. He said I was saying “I’m OK” but I was rolling around on my back like a turtle out of water…. It must have been funny.
This was my 1st fall ever on my 450 (apart from the odd time ive dropped her) and she handled VERY well – twisted the triple clamps, and some serious gouges in the Left side tank – very lucky those were not through the plastic! A bent left bark buster…and that’s it.
We were up and on the gas again pretty quickly, and apart from a short tricky nav section the rest was un-eventful. We arrived at the service point, low on fuel, and filled up. Roger had just finished fuelling and we exchanged some laughs before jumping on the tar and heading for Kakamas.
Check out what it feels like to have a bike with POWER again! Bliss