G'day all, just though I'd share a few pics from my little Anzac weekend trip to Dargo on the new DR. After years of street riding I have decided to finally venture into the world of dual sporting! So I decided as a little test run I would take the gf with me to check out some of the 4wd trails that Dargo is famous for. Riding two up. On stock DeathWings. The term n00b springs to mind. Packing camping gear for two for two was a little tricky without panniers, but the B&B rack managed. Picked up a great little two man hiking tent at Aussie Disposals that packs up pretty small, only weighs two kgs and rather oddly is called the 'Dargo' The ride there was pretty boring as we took the highway route, but it improved immensely on the last 70 or so kms once we took the turn off to Dargo. This is the author, posing like a tosser as he crosses a dry river bed: Some of the scenery: Finally we came to this little track called Grady's Creek Road. Started out innocent enough... ...but pitched down pretty quickly. I know this gets thrown around a lot, but it's seriously MUCH steeper in person! The little crests made it kind of like a roller-coaster, quite fun. This, I assume, is Grady's Creek. Not very impressive, but it was our first water crossing! The Hill of Defeat, where we finally came unstuck: Alright I'm seriously going to call bullshit here, my camera is conspiring to make me look like a pussy. What in this picture looks to be a gentle slope with pensioners on A-frames strolling casually up it with nary a bleep from the old pacemaker was actually an incline of at least 45 degrees covered in loose rocks and slate. The front end started washing out a little and I made a big mistake: slowing down. As soon as we did there wasn't enough momentum to pull both of us up the hill any more, and with that legendary DeathWing off-road grip we soon started sliding straight back down it. Luckily, the right hand side of my bike DID have enough grip to stop us! Rather reassuringly there was fuel pissing out of my tank and dripping down all over my hot exhaust can, so I righted her quicksmart. What I think is the top of Mount Gibraltar: And the rather pretty Dargo river: All up a very fun little trip, and despite the DR not being an ideal two up bike she managed admirably. However next on the shopping list: new rubber. And a seat that doesn't make me sing soprano after a few hundred clicks. So to anyone down in the Melbourne area who feels like going for a ride and doesn't mind the ridicule and shame of hanging with the new guy, hit me up sometime!