On a wet misty Friday morning, the urge for a ride was strong. Heading north to make for the northern beaches was my best chance for dry weather. Lots of closed forests were making things difficult, but soon I was skipping rock ledges and following coastal ridges. As the bush tightened I came around the corner to a few vehicles and a quick shade and the road taped off. Apparently, there is a Rally on and this was a closed stage with no spectator points, good thing I brought my camera.
I was soon joined by a carload of crazy Belgium’s, is there anywhere a hire car won’t go.
After the first car went through, we altered our position, boy these things throw rocks worse than a DR650 with a fresh 606When their countryman came past the Belgium’s went wild, getting very close to the action. The marshal came over and moved them back, he also thought I was a bit close, but I looked at him blankly and said ‘DON’T SPEAK THE ENGLISH’ Although we chatted before he laughed and left me be.