On Friday Daniel and Ross headed down the Honda dealer to grab some parts. They couldn’t leave without trying Daniel in some tiny mans body armour, which was very cool.
Ross looked over a 50cc Honda kids bike and couldn’t help but compare the obvious differences in the super expensive Honda and the relatively dirt cheap 50cc Chinese quad. The Honda was tough and chunky looking with what appeared to be a motor twice the size as the same 50cc quad engine.
Ross decided that being able to destroy 10 chinese quads for the same price as one Honda was comforting. Zap forward, and the little Mario Cart (as the quad is known) has not missed a beat, and been going strong.
The last trip down to Trida (last week) started off typically with what has become known as the “Trida jinx”. The “Trida jinx” mean that every trip has a catastrophe of some description associated with it. We never know what it will be, but in generally involves mud or something getting bogged.
This time to mix it up a bit a tyre on the bike trailer shredded on the highway about 10 kilometres north of Bunyip. Without a spare (stupid heads), they were forced to drive onward to the Bunyip roadhouse with a completely destroyed tyre on the trailer. Before they could try to source a spare they had to figure out what stud pattern on the trailer was. “Borrowing” a tape measure for the roadhouse shop and debating the correct measuring method, Ross crawled around a few cars in the service station and car park before they settled on 5 stud Ford. A quick call to Ross’s mate Rob had the spare of Rob’s Falcon station wagon on its way from Pakenham.
Everyone back in Melb was on high alert; frantically running around trying to find a spare, working out who would transport it if one was found, and Ross and Steve bet there was some naughty language going on. All the time, back at Bunyip, everything was in hand with Ross and Steve enjoying a leisurely dinner at the BP roadhouse restaurant.
As keen as Rob is to get upto the farm with his quad bike, and although part of Rob made to Trida in the form of his spare tyre, circumstances once again prevented him from coming. He had to be satisfied with pretending in the garage
The forestry logging continues to devastate the farms around Trida. Thousands of tonnes of timber is being pulled from the hill sides, leaving the area looking like the result of an atomic missile attack.
Arriving in the dark after the tyre and with the container still packed up with goodies, Ross and Steve camped in their swags; although Ross (being claustrophobic) had some issues to overcome.
The following day after a long exhausting day on the bikes neither Ross nor Steve could be bothered showering, eating or even lighting a fire. But they mustered just enough strength to head into Warragul for some crazy water … and not quiet enough energy to remember what was in front of the car as Ross ran straight over the top of Steve’s swag on the way out of the property. Ross maintains he couldn’t have been alcohol impaired because that is what they were heading into Warragul to get. A quick check to make sure Steve wasn’t in the swag, and off the Warragul.
The car was parked close to the swags so Ross and Steve had somewhere to put their boots under so they didn’t get wet during the night.
In the middle of the following warm cloudless day, Ross wandered of into the trees for a “nature walk, and waste extraction”, when on his way back he stepped on a Red Bellied Black Snake. Lucky for Ross it didn’t react, unlucky for the snake it was dispatched with the smack of a star picket. (Followed by 37 more smacks just like the first)
We headed back to Trida this weekend for the day with both the bike and quad on board. The quad is strapped onto the bike trailer next to the motorbike and everyone who passes us on the highway seems to have a grin on their face. Barb had managed to avoid Trida and the “Trida jinx” for such a long time and now she was there 2 weeks in a row … and we suspect there could be another on the horizon to make the Triple Trida Trifecta
Steve has done a great job of sorting out and setting up the container. Steve has fitted a patio sliding door into the side of the container which has instantly transformed it into a house.
Poo Poo Head is becoming more and more confident on the quad. Is still cant ride down the main access track because it’s a long decent that requires constant braking to avoid overrun and Poo Poo Head cant hold the brakes long enough to get to the bottom safely. His area of riding is getting bigger and bigger and it wont be long before he’ll be riding from one end of the property to the other.
Daniel burning around on his quad
There had been plenty of rain over the last week and the farm was now very greasy and slippery on the tracks. What was, last week, a 8 inch deep slow running creek crossing into the neighbors property was now a 18 inch deep fast running water course that had deposited dirt and mud onto the approach and departure angles of the crossing … making for much more fun.
With the increasing price in petrol, Steve’s steam powered motor bike has proved to be terrific.
Steve discovering gum boots just don’t quite cut it for water proofing
A great start, tremendous mid section recovery ….. but questionable end.
Ross and Steve headed up through the neighboring property and out on to the road that winds up to the ridge over on the opposite side of the valley from the farm. They wanted to see what the container looked like from the view of the neighbors. Didnt look any different to anything else sitting on the properties around.
The container is visible on the hill behind the motor bikes
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