From what I'm seeing, the kwaka should make for a good sidecar tug. More so than the DL's. Allegedly, the replacement rear shock is en route, as we speak. So, between that and the triples for the DRZ' forks, the leprechauns will then be able to set up for the chair. Seriously looking forward to giving this one a good flogging tryout. .
The DL650 are competent but boring as a BMW ! They make a great off pavement machine like a GS but there's nothing exciting about them at all. Like BMW they captured I'm a great bleeding bore thing !
DL's; There's no ground clearance to speak of, even as a solo, let alone with a chair. PITA to service the motor given the amount of crap that has to be removed in order to do anything. Seriously, they expect you to pull the tank (plus part of the fairing) , then the complete airbox just to get to 2 plugs for the RR. Fuck that noise. .
https://talesofbrickandmortar.wordpress.com/2017/10/01/modak-motorcycles-est-1930/ Melbournes bike strip.
♫ ♪ If you go down to the woods today you're in for a big ♫ ... left side subframe!!!? Well, at the very least, the start of one
Hmmm Looks like a rock slider or a scrub bar... Beware the woolly jumpers.... Roo Hoo... and away we go...
Hey Luke... An interesting Day Out... Part 1 Remember I told you a few months ago about the day trip to Nimbin... And when coming back down the border range- at the border- on Mt Lindsay Hwy, came across a group of 4 guys coming up the range, for a ride... And the old guy, on the old Trumpy, who didn't make it to the top- went off the side... (Father of Jason- the guy we stopped to talk to)... No phone service, just hours till dark, evening dew setting in, shadows getting very long, difficult not to think... 'the worst'... Location: Half way between Bum Fuck nowhere and shitters ditch... We dashed down the Range to the nearest town (Rathdowney) and raised the alarm... Rang Jason the next day to hear... Total of 4 x Police units, Ambulance, Fire and the Police helicopter hovering, searching... searchlight on- till it ran out of flying time.... Trail bike rider reported finding fresh skid marks- onto the high side- Phew! But no sign of Jasons Dad- or the bike... Police located the old dude at Logan Hospital... 90 mins away... Got the bike up himself and somehow back on the road.... Jump started it down the range and totally disorientated- shock and concussion- rode himself to hospital... Few broken ribs, cuts and scratches, bruised ego, but otherwise a happy ending..... Well deja'-vu...
An Interesting Day Out.... Part 2. Deja'-vu... Fark me... Last weekend is the missus birthday and our Anniversary next day, Oct 1, 2017... (29 years :Gulp) So, I've been itching to take the missus fourby' (Black Betty) out for a flogging in the bush... Now its got its new centre diff'n'all... Let me see, to find a suitable track.... Aaah, Yes... How bout a Top 5 Must Do 4WD Track.... Try- Duck Creek Track. Nope- still closed from being smashed in the floods last summer... Ok then - a bit further afield but no less spectacular and breathtaking.... Let's do the Condamine River Track.... Follows the old bullocky supply track from the Head of the Condamine river down to Killarney... Along and through the spectacularly beautiful and picturesque Cambanoora Gorge- Crossing through the Condamine river no less than 14 times... My word... All these jacked up, tricked out Fourbies... Big Wheels, Hi Lifts, Winches, Bullbars, Lockers, and Oh Yes, Ego's bigger than Texas! I just wish I could have captured 'the looks' we got... Fuck Em'- Fuck em' all... We did it all... in a town car- stock as a rock- and on near bald Highway tyres.... It's just not that hard... (And Yes, I do know what I'm doing) I promise you- we had just as much fun.... Ok, Here's the proof... Absolut Proof- Absolut enough clearance- High Too. Ok, did that... all good. Killarney Pub for lunch and drop down over the border, to take the scenic way home via the Talloom National Park, Urbenville, Woodenbong and Yes back down the Range on the Mt Lindsay Hwy.... Hasn't rained for literally Months, Drought declared over much of the State... but today.... Now, right now... the sky cracks open and... it begins... 50mm (2") in the next few hours... So, when it hasn't rained for months... and you're driving down a very steep and winding mountain pass... Water literally sheeting across the road... What do You do?... Perhaps go a little slower and take extra care, might be advisable.... No, not for the clown in the Big Blue Grand Cherokee, that was so close up my backside I could only see three of the seven vertical bars of his radiator grill, in my rear vision mirror... The trailer he was towing was so close in my side mirror- it looked like I was towing it... Once you begin the plummet down the range, there are very few places you can overtake at all- and none safely... Anyway, first opportunity I can, I pull to the left and of course he screams past... V8 Roaring, 33" muddies howling, trailer lurching and swaying- hanging onto that hitch for dear life... good riddance... Mrs Quips, "He's look'n to kill himself..." "No!" I respond, "Don't wish that on anyone...." Can you see what's coming.... Q) What do you get when you combine a steep wet and slippery winding mountain road, a late model very tricked out Grand Cherokee, excess power, overabundance of confidence, a fair measure of impatience and stupidity, a little too much speed, steep road shoulders combined with a decent lack of experience and a vertical up- cliff face? Did you answer...... Carnage?
An Interesting Day Out... Conclusion. Carnage? Yes, You were right.... I see the skid marks first... It's a blind corner... Slowing down, I see the camping kit, scattered across the road... O'l mate has skipped and skidded off the road and into the culvert, completely stoving in and peeling open the passenger side of the vehicle. Two blokes are out and the third is helping the fourth try and get out through places where glass should have been- but wasn't any more. Three are Ok. The fourth- front passenger- not so good. He's turned grey and doesn't know what day of the week it is. Claret is leaking from several places it's not meant to... Ears, hands, head.... Same deal... No Phone service, Location: Middle of bum fuck nowhere. Situation: Critical. Within minutes, others have stopped, traffic management in place, First Aid being administered. Patient refuses transport. Fine- No time to argue- Time to get Professional help... Get drivers details... He says to me... "I wasn't going that fast... it was the road it was just so slippery".... "Yeah right" I say to him..., "You weren't going too slow either when you pushed me off the road, just back up the hill...." He pleads with me not to call the cops... Just his BFF friendly tow truck mate whose number he supplies... Yeah Right. I know the score. I've done this before. Back to Rathdowney Cop Shop. Direct A/H Emergency Hotline to Emergency Services. Enroute to Beaudesert, a divvy van and shortly after two ambulances zoom by... They're in good hands now... Move On...
It's a nice run out through there. Lottas cool tracks in the surrounding district. You can get down to Tamworth without hardly ever having to touch the bitumen. May have to take the kwaka out that way, eh? Really, then why is it that I see hundreds of the things?
