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| From Motorcycle trip Dec 2008 |
I poured the water from my boots at Captain's Flat and then took the wrong road out of town. The sloppy clay was a poor excuse for a road but we battled on. Hope was still shining in Glynn's eyes as he posed in front of the Tallaganda State Forest. (At the time, I erroneously thought that it was the Deua National Park).
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| From Motorcycle trip Dec 2008 |
On a good day, texting and driving is a poor option. Watching a video on your camera while riding in slop is even worse. I lifted the CBR250R from my hardy companion and displayed its fresh coating of mud.
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| From Motorcycle trip Dec 2008 |
This video may give you an idea of how slippery the road is! Could you keep this up for hours on end?
The light ran out and, compelled by imminent hypothermia-induced collapse, we made our camp on the side of a hill in an isolated sheep paddock. Glynn had a blaze going shortly so we dined on snags and a few beers while the wind picked up and the rain returned.
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| From Motorcycle trip Dec 2008 |
Like a genuine Out-Door Idiot, I rigged up a hootchie that withstood all that the elements hurled at it. Glynn erected his hootchie in a surprisingly compact and sturdy manner.
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| From Motorcycle trip Dec 2008 |
And so, we conclude the first chapter of our adventure into New South Wales' sparsely-populated South-East.
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