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- Aug 15, 2012
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As those who have been to Riders Corner in the last week probably know, I'm in Chiang Mai at the moment, on my way to Laos. I'm riding a 2007 KTM 950 SER... Super Enduro.
I've got a full ride report elsewhere, well, as far as Mae Sot so far and I won't be reproducing that here, but I would like to bring together some of my favourite photos from the trip.
In summary, I left Sydney (home) on July 29th, 2011. The trip was organised on short notice. I was planning to "do" Cape York in August, then fly to Laos in January for the HCM Trail on a rental. A guy I'd done a few rides around Sydney with was going to do both rides and sent me an email "why don't we ride our bikes to Asia?" Three weeks later, I was on my way. He never made it to Cape York, but he caught up with me in Darwin and was on the next ship to East Timor.
I trailered the bike to a friend's place, 100km south of Cairns (picked up another guy with a DRZ 400 on the way) and five of us left there on August 1st for the Tip. So we had Ian (me) on the KTM 950 SER, Bernadette on a DRZ400, Gordon - DRZ 400, Peter, from Denmark on the Tenere he'd ridden to Oz from home and Brett on an ex-army 1991 Yammie XT600.
This is us after our first river crossing, the Daintree - at the start of the CREB Track.
Bernie had some difficulties on the CREB and drowned the DRZ in a creek. By the time we got her going, about 90 minutes, it was dark and we had to camp on the track. It rained. That was a problem. When it rained the following week, "they" helicoptered 17 people out of the CREB Track. We weren't into that and rode out. Everyone stacked... me five times, Bernie about 25, Brett about the same. Bernie broke and we packed her out in a 4WD that was going back to Cairns and hid her bike in the bush for later retrieval. By this stage, we'd done 7km in 24 hours.
Shit.... this is turning into a ride report....
Here's Bernie, about a kilometre before her shoulder gave out.
It was "rather steep" just over that point she's at, and I did a swan dive over the handlebars when I cartwheeled the KTM. Ouch. A few more ouches later we got clear of the CREB, minus Bernadette.
This is on Frenchman's Track - quite a steep rocky climb out and the water was up onto my headlights in one hole. There's a big crocodile just around the corner, so we're told... we spent 90 minutes swimming there while Brett dried out the XT
It wasn't just the Katoom that got stuck here. This is the Old Telegraph Track
Another spot on the Old Telegraph Track, where we got to wash the dust out
Dust?
Crashed WW2 bomber
The KTM was the only bike that didn't drown
.... but the fuel pump did shit itself 1,000km from the nearest bike shop. We re-routed the fuel pipes around the pump and that gave me a range of 210 km on the 15 litres that would gravity feed - and I also carried an 8 litre bladder... so I was fine... just carrying 15 litres of fuel in the bottom of the tank that I couldn't use.
Oh yeah... my brand new Garmin Montana 650 shit itself after one and a half days on the corrugations (an issue with the early ones and replaced - after an argument with Garmin). My Promoto Billet sidestand shit itself too - and the next 6,500km was done without a stand.
Four happy lads made it to the Tip... the northernmost part of mainland Australia
I'd had a zero kmh crash (stuck in a dusthole, fell about 3' and ripped a groin muscle, so I didn't enjoy the road south in all the sand. Back in Cairns, I did a service... check out that 3,000km air filter... and fitted a new fuel pump
and headed west by myself
.. more sand
As you know, Oz has some pretty big, nasty critters and the farmers don't muck around
I've got a full ride report elsewhere, well, as far as Mae Sot so far and I won't be reproducing that here, but I would like to bring together some of my favourite photos from the trip.
In summary, I left Sydney (home) on July 29th, 2011. The trip was organised on short notice. I was planning to "do" Cape York in August, then fly to Laos in January for the HCM Trail on a rental. A guy I'd done a few rides around Sydney with was going to do both rides and sent me an email "why don't we ride our bikes to Asia?" Three weeks later, I was on my way. He never made it to Cape York, but he caught up with me in Darwin and was on the next ship to East Timor.
I trailered the bike to a friend's place, 100km south of Cairns (picked up another guy with a DRZ 400 on the way) and five of us left there on August 1st for the Tip. So we had Ian (me) on the KTM 950 SER, Bernadette on a DRZ400, Gordon - DRZ 400, Peter, from Denmark on the Tenere he'd ridden to Oz from home and Brett on an ex-army 1991 Yammie XT600.
This is us after our first river crossing, the Daintree - at the start of the CREB Track.
Bernie had some difficulties on the CREB and drowned the DRZ in a creek. By the time we got her going, about 90 minutes, it was dark and we had to camp on the track. It rained. That was a problem. When it rained the following week, "they" helicoptered 17 people out of the CREB Track. We weren't into that and rode out. Everyone stacked... me five times, Bernie about 25, Brett about the same. Bernie broke and we packed her out in a 4WD that was going back to Cairns and hid her bike in the bush for later retrieval. By this stage, we'd done 7km in 24 hours.
Shit.... this is turning into a ride report....
Here's Bernie, about a kilometre before her shoulder gave out.
It was "rather steep" just over that point she's at, and I did a swan dive over the handlebars when I cartwheeled the KTM. Ouch. A few more ouches later we got clear of the CREB, minus Bernadette.
This is on Frenchman's Track - quite a steep rocky climb out and the water was up onto my headlights in one hole. There's a big crocodile just around the corner, so we're told... we spent 90 minutes swimming there while Brett dried out the XT
It wasn't just the Katoom that got stuck here. This is the Old Telegraph Track
Another spot on the Old Telegraph Track, where we got to wash the dust out
Dust?
Crashed WW2 bomber
The KTM was the only bike that didn't drown
.... but the fuel pump did shit itself 1,000km from the nearest bike shop. We re-routed the fuel pipes around the pump and that gave me a range of 210 km on the 15 litres that would gravity feed - and I also carried an 8 litre bladder... so I was fine... just carrying 15 litres of fuel in the bottom of the tank that I couldn't use.
Oh yeah... my brand new Garmin Montana 650 shit itself after one and a half days on the corrugations (an issue with the early ones and replaced - after an argument with Garmin). My Promoto Billet sidestand shit itself too - and the next 6,500km was done without a stand.
Four happy lads made it to the Tip... the northernmost part of mainland Australia
I'd had a zero kmh crash (stuck in a dusthole, fell about 3' and ripped a groin muscle, so I didn't enjoy the road south in all the sand. Back in Cairns, I did a service... check out that 3,000km air filter... and fitted a new fuel pump
and headed west by myself
.. more sand
As you know, Oz has some pretty big, nasty critters and the farmers don't muck around