Ahh yes, Stace, Greg Nikos and I tootling along the Western Highway, Stace leading, me right behind sitting sort of close to the speed limit. Both contemplating the intellectual conversation of the previous evening (read getting rat arsed at Billy's Place in Casterton).recycled wrote:and there was this one time......on the western hwy.........Plasma Blue 636 wrote:Mine is pretty similar to Phil's.
Hammering out of a 25km corner on the Uraidla to Mt Lofty Rd and over a ridge where everyone gives the front wheel some lift. For some reason I must have been in a hurry that day cause I exited the corner, gave it the berries and sure enough up came the front.........followed by a large over rev as the rear left the road as well. Didn't think much to it, rear came down really easy and I went to wind it on and set up for the next corner. I didn't realise fully in my exicitement that the front was still up there and as I wound on I nearly flipped it and truly shat myself. My arse was so puckered at the end of that road i had to get a spatular to separate me from the seat.
Out of nowhere theres Greg and his oh so quiet and subtle 12 screaming past Stace and I at about $1.70, three odd inches from our wing mirrors. Stace and I both got a little head shake through the bars as our bowels simultaneously emptied and brain sent signals to click down, wind it on and catch (if possible) and kill Greg at any cost.
If I remember right Stace that was just a little before the most brilliant display of MX riding I have ever seen on a ZX9 (followed by the funniest display of face down in the wet grass leathers cleaning I ahve ever seen)
It's just a feckin road with bends! Nothing too tehcinical about it! 
