We rode to freedom in Maryville last weekend, Dick, Moorey, the Chimp  and I headed the 3 odd hours down from Corowa mid Friday arvo with a few beers. The bullshit started rolling from here and didn’t stop till we arrived home Sunday arvo.

Friday night we all met up at the pub where we were all staying and had a surprisingly quiet night with everyone in bed before midnight. I think it was the uncertainty of just how “medium core” the trails Daz had lined up for us, that had everyone keeping themselves healthy.

Not a bad thing either as the trails we hit certainly tested us out, the “little red caboose” armed with new mud tires performed better than anyone expected including myself, we only had to be winched out once where I buggered up my line on a steep and rutted out climb (see pic below). I really didn’t think the tyres would make that much difference, we still had bugger all clearance so we slid over plenty of stuff on her belly, thankfully I didn’t see too many rocks.

We ended up with 15 odd bikes on the Saturday, seems as though word of mouth spread a little too well and half of Melbourne was there to try their hand at motorcycle riding, sounded a little frustrating for other riders, we got held up in the cars a bit also, we were joking that they looked like a pack of confused storm troopers. Though they were a bit frustrating I was envious of them, driving the car is fun and you can get drunk and talk crap at while doing it, but I’d prefer to be mixing it up on a bike. I’m going to have to sort something out on that front soon…

Rather than try and describe the whole day I’ll take you through the images… hover over them to get the text description.

Euan trying to tip the ute over when we got stuck, Matt tackling a ridiculously deep hole, Coogan rolling Daz’s tyre off the rim trying the same thing, the confused storm troopers taking a break, Euan and Buggy horsing around in the back of the ute, Brice eating shit in front of everyone.

This was the only impassable hill we came across all day.

The start of the arm wrestling comp

The “Dirchie”, a late wild card entry to the arm wrestling.

We found the Chimps Doppelganger in the pub.

It was an awesome weekend, I’ve got sore gut muscles from laughing so much all weekend, we’ve got to do it all again soon.

Here are a couple of vids:

1. Coogan dropping into the pit rolling the tyre off in the process (warning 20MB)
2. Matt exiting the pit the hard way (warning 10MB)