Here we are in sunny South Australia experiencing a very unseasonal period of great weather - why not go for a ride?? How could we have known that 100 yards of mud was going to change everything.....:eek1 Couple of PM's, posts, phone messages and emails and suddenly there's a tidy little group of seven looking for a day out on the trails. Where to? Well that's easy, Truro has to be in the mix somewhere. Not because it's the epicentre of any particularly good tracks but because the bakery is so bloody good. The Cornish pasties, chocolate donuts and coffee and to die for. So that's it then, somehow we're going to ride for a couple of hours north to Truro and then a couple of hours back again via another route. TheDecepticon and his lad Cale are coming from western suburbs Adelaide on their DR650 and XR600 , BarneyRubble from northern suburbs on his XT660Z Tenere, Doctor John and Doctor Simon are Gawler locals on their new BMW1200GS's, as am I (Tiger 800) and Pbee from Kersbrook way on his Tiger 800, is going to meet us enroute. The main group meet at Gawler at 0845 today (17 May) but I have to be back in Gawler at 1000 for a meeting I can't get out of, so I'm going to lead the guys to meet PBee and then bail to the meeting and catch up at Truro. I manage to find a little bit of muddy water and introduce the fresh and clean Bimmer's and the DR & XR to a new colour scheme. We ride into Lyndoch via the dirt and then up towards Trial Hill...The Barossa is basking in this fine weather.... We catch up with Pbee at the top of the hill and I leave everyone in his capable hands to sort my obligations and see them later. After I leave Gawler for the second time I slab it to Truro and just manage to order my early lunch when I hear the others arriving from their trails, tracks and other slippery patches. We eat well and then get ready to do it all again.... Pbee leads us out on some nice tracks which deteriorate into some knarly uphill ruts and tree roots battle which then descends into wash outs and more tree roots garnished with some rocks - great stuff, and the Tiger is at home in this stuff....it's me that's the problem. Everything is going pretty well and then PBee turns a corner and at reasonably high speed finds a little mud to contend with....throttle and balance gets him out, and the two Bimmers are right behind and TheDecepticon is doing okay too. I'm travelling behind Cale and the next thing the XR is upside down, inside out and he's laying in the mud. He rights himself and then bike, but not before I managed to get a shot off.....and struggles to get moving in the sticky but slippery Barossa clay. Good old BarneyRubble jumps off the Tenere to help out but the bike's going nowhere, the brake lever has locked on with mud and poor Cale has to get on it to kick it into life but it's not going to start easily. I race off to alert the others and the Tiger manages itself in this 100 yards of mud quite well. I wait with the leaders of the group and see that the group with the XR are inspecting it for some extended time and then BarneyRubble jumps on the Tenere to join us. Then it happened! The Tenere hit the last 5 yards of that mud and decided it was not going to play. It bucked and jumped and lowsided itself into a fairly deep mudhole. BR became a passenger and landed doing the sidestroke. I just managed to get the camera out and snap off a couple of shots as he tried to break the Olympic Record for dead lifting a heavy bike before Trev gets the camera out - too late. But he did win the contest for 'Let's see who can get the most mud on them". Is that a look of concern on Simon's face or maybe a little snigger at the demise of the XR and Tenere??? But closer inspection of the XR revelas that the innocent little drop has broken the frame just in front of the peg and shows that there has been some botched work in the past which will need to be remedied... Anyway, we move on and BR does nothing but complain that the wet and cold mud has made it all the way through to his skin and now he's getting cold!!!!! Another creek crossing to get through and we're heading home....I'm at the ready should there be any mishaps..... We get back to Gawler after nearly five hours of fun and laughter with about 200 kms under the belt I reckon. Everyone splits and heads their own ways but PBee, BR and I need to discss a ride later in the year so we head to my place. It becomes apparent just how much mud BR is removing from the Barossa... We sit out the back of my place and BR lays his wet and muddy jacket down on the lawn rather than mess up my outdoor setting...but my daughter's dog, who loves smelly and dirty things, finds himself a little place to have a nap...... What was it that Greek bloke said "Just 100 yards of mud" - or something like that... Good day out guys, thanks.