I posted this up on another forum but thought I'd pop it up here too. (Take no notice of the date on the photos - I was using an old camera and couldn't be bothered changing the date settings)...
Thanks Stewy and Jay for another awesome and funny weekend.
Saturday morning - a whole long weekend free to do whatever I wanted. Whilst having my usual breakfast I looked at this:
and promptly loaded the bike up and headed off.
The last minute plan was to meet a couple of friends at some campsite called 'Sheepyard flat'.
Stewy and Jay are part of a 'touring group' of 4 that I use to head off to the Snowys etc with every now and then. No.4 - Booga - is overseas in England. I enjoy touring with these guys and am pretty rapt to be a part of this 'group'.
Anyway...
We arrived - me right on dark, 10 mins before them (Stewy minus a working headlight - he'd been blindly following Jay through some pretty hardcore tracks) - and set up tents, scored some firewood from fellow campers. Instant campfire. We ate - chicken kiev's wrapped in foil thrown on the fire, sausages in rolls...lemon Ruskis for me...clear sky of stars, great company...life is good...
Trekked back and forwards what seemed miles to the nearest loo only to wake in the morning to find one a couple hundred metres from the tents. doh...
Next morning: Iced puddles, tents, bikes etc...plus sunshine and blue skies.
On the way out I lost traction and crashed.
It turns out that VTR's with road tyres do not like the Merrijig to Sheepyard flat road. Riding down it on the Saturday afternoon I lost traction on a rather slippery downhill right hander. Kept it upright though and all was well. Riding back up it the following morning however...gett o the slippery bit and I tried..I really really tried...but it wasn't enough. Went down a ditch headfirst, flung over bars, faceplant (haha) and kicked tank to get my foot out from under it. Got up and assessed damage, figured there was no way in hell I was gonna get it out myself and lucky me a 4wd came by. Bloke helped me pick it up and get it out of the ditch. Coppers came around the corner in their 4wd. Coppers saw I was alright and then pissed themselves laughing that I would take a VTR with 'those' tyres on it down this road. Laughing aside, they were cool as. From the trailbike division (major blitz going on in them thar hills this weekend) and one of them offered to ride it out for me if I wanted.
So being a girl I said yes. Had I been a guy I'd have said no, but I am a girl and I can play damsel in distress if it suits me. hehe..
Be stuffed riding it out myself - I was over dirt by that stage and was spooked by that slippery shit. Copper borrowed my helmet and rode it out. He said it was like a little toy. haha..They gave me some tips on dirt riding and told me to go get a DR650 asap. Top blokes...for cops anyway.
At Merrijig I bought smokes and wiped the mud off everything.
At Mansfield I met up with Jay and Stewy again. I told them about how I came off at the slippery section. They didn't know what section I was talking about. They have knobbies and I don't, that's why.
Here's where the mirror used to be. Couldn't have snapped off at the mirror hey - had to do it from the brake fluid box thing. Gonna be fun to repair.
We decide not to head up tracks and stuff - we go instead to do the Jamieson to Eildon rd to find a campsite there. I ride to Eildon because I can. It's warm there and I want to get a hotel room and not go back. I do though - and the tents are set up, fire lit, hot cup of tea handed to me and we eat and drink alcohol.
They tell freaky stories and we talk about freaky movies like Wolf Creek and Paranormal Activity and Blair Witch and when I go to the loos I get scared being on my own in the dark...even worse when I lose my way back to the campsite and keep ending up at dead ends.
Here is a picture of the pretty river by which we are camped:
and another,
I'm pretty happy with how these turned out considering I took one of the girls old cheaparse cameras.
Hot tea, bacon and eggs, loaded bikes up and headed off in our own directions. They to go dirt ways home, me to go wherever. I head to Eildon in fog and freezing conditions. Get there and order a hot coffee and bushmans brekky. The whole entire time of my eating is spent listening to some random guy tell me he has 3 harleys and a XR450 in his shed and can't ride them because his licence was suspended and that he reckons I should get a 400 because anything bigger is too much for me and he wants to go riding again and how he thought Stroms were Hondas and is mine a Honda and am I going to eat all my bacon.
I flee to Yea and then to Flowerdale and Kinglake to St. Andrews to home. I stink from wearing the same clothes for three days and I loathe trying to get the knots out of my hair. I have a big bruise forming on my left thigh and knee but damn I have never felt better.
Thanks to Stewy and Jay for another top weekend and hail the Queen for being born.
Thanks Stewy and Jay for another awesome and funny weekend.
Saturday morning - a whole long weekend free to do whatever I wanted. Whilst having my usual breakfast I looked at this:
and promptly loaded the bike up and headed off.
The last minute plan was to meet a couple of friends at some campsite called 'Sheepyard flat'.
Stewy and Jay are part of a 'touring group' of 4 that I use to head off to the Snowys etc with every now and then. No.4 - Booga - is overseas in England. I enjoy touring with these guys and am pretty rapt to be a part of this 'group'.
Anyway...
We arrived - me right on dark, 10 mins before them (Stewy minus a working headlight - he'd been blindly following Jay through some pretty hardcore tracks) - and set up tents, scored some firewood from fellow campers. Instant campfire. We ate - chicken kiev's wrapped in foil thrown on the fire, sausages in rolls...lemon Ruskis for me...clear sky of stars, great company...life is good...
Trekked back and forwards what seemed miles to the nearest loo only to wake in the morning to find one a couple hundred metres from the tents. doh...
Next morning: Iced puddles, tents, bikes etc...plus sunshine and blue skies.
On the way out I lost traction and crashed.
It turns out that VTR's with road tyres do not like the Merrijig to Sheepyard flat road. Riding down it on the Saturday afternoon I lost traction on a rather slippery downhill right hander. Kept it upright though and all was well. Riding back up it the following morning however...gett o the slippery bit and I tried..I really really tried...but it wasn't enough. Went down a ditch headfirst, flung over bars, faceplant (haha) and kicked tank to get my foot out from under it. Got up and assessed damage, figured there was no way in hell I was gonna get it out myself and lucky me a 4wd came by. Bloke helped me pick it up and get it out of the ditch. Coppers came around the corner in their 4wd. Coppers saw I was alright and then pissed themselves laughing that I would take a VTR with 'those' tyres on it down this road. Laughing aside, they were cool as. From the trailbike division (major blitz going on in them thar hills this weekend) and one of them offered to ride it out for me if I wanted.
So being a girl I said yes. Had I been a guy I'd have said no, but I am a girl and I can play damsel in distress if it suits me. hehe..
Be stuffed riding it out myself - I was over dirt by that stage and was spooked by that slippery shit. Copper borrowed my helmet and rode it out. He said it was like a little toy. haha..They gave me some tips on dirt riding and told me to go get a DR650 asap. Top blokes...for cops anyway.
At Merrijig I bought smokes and wiped the mud off everything.
At Mansfield I met up with Jay and Stewy again. I told them about how I came off at the slippery section. They didn't know what section I was talking about. They have knobbies and I don't, that's why.
Here's where the mirror used to be. Couldn't have snapped off at the mirror hey - had to do it from the brake fluid box thing. Gonna be fun to repair.
We decide not to head up tracks and stuff - we go instead to do the Jamieson to Eildon rd to find a campsite there. I ride to Eildon because I can. It's warm there and I want to get a hotel room and not go back. I do though - and the tents are set up, fire lit, hot cup of tea handed to me and we eat and drink alcohol.
They tell freaky stories and we talk about freaky movies like Wolf Creek and Paranormal Activity and Blair Witch and when I go to the loos I get scared being on my own in the dark...even worse when I lose my way back to the campsite and keep ending up at dead ends.
Here is a picture of the pretty river by which we are camped:
and another,
I'm pretty happy with how these turned out considering I took one of the girls old cheaparse cameras.
Hot tea, bacon and eggs, loaded bikes up and headed off in our own directions. They to go dirt ways home, me to go wherever. I head to Eildon in fog and freezing conditions. Get there and order a hot coffee and bushmans brekky. The whole entire time of my eating is spent listening to some random guy tell me he has 3 harleys and a XR450 in his shed and can't ride them because his licence was suspended and that he reckons I should get a 400 because anything bigger is too much for me and he wants to go riding again and how he thought Stroms were Hondas and is mine a Honda and am I going to eat all my bacon.
I flee to Yea and then to Flowerdale and Kinglake to St. Andrews to home. I stink from wearing the same clothes for three days and I loathe trying to get the knots out of my hair. I have a big bruise forming on my left thigh and knee but damn I have never felt better.
Thanks to Stewy and Jay for another top weekend and hail the Queen for being born.