Subsonic speed, supersonic moments

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  madotara69

  10 years ago

  ............./\./\ Mado /``\ (black ears and matching cape) ........|...\.^./...| ......./....|.F |....\ ...../...../......\.....\ Flat man and Ribbon

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  RHP User

  10 years ago

  Waiting for a play.....mate....to take me to infinity and beyond... ^_^ P.s SHE is the cats mother..... Meow!!

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  AnnieWhichway

  10 years ago

  Would have been a bitch........

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  RHP User

  10 years ago

  ...I went looking for adventure. Carrying all the necessities of survival in the bush with me, I rode a big road/trail KTM up to the Kimberley, with the intention of making it all the way across to Cairns from Perth.I would have preferred not to do it alone, but you can't wait on other people or you'll never do these things. A week later, and my first day on the dirt...outside Derby on the Gibb River road...my lack of experience on dirt showed through and I crashed hard. The bike stood on its nose in a bull dust pit and came down on me, pinning me under it, face down in the dust. The motor didn't stall with no hand on the throttle surprisingly, it just kept chugging away on top of me. The plastic fuel cap isn't an airtight seal, so petrol soon came dribbling out of the 27 litre tank and onto my body, finding its way through the air vents in my cordura clothing. It was summer and my tender, red skin under all that gear didn't take kindly to petrol touching it...but that wasn't my concern yet. Alone, a hot, still running motorbike, pinning me under it, slowly dousing me in petrol....scary possibilities were running in my head.I knew I had passed a 4wd a while back and fortunately they came along after about 10 minutes and got the bike off me.A young german couple, they were more freaked out than I was...I felt surprisingly calm. I had even planned to start digging my way out if they didn't show up. After assuring them I was fine...bravado mostly to put them at ease...I straightened my bike up, ripped off the broken bits and pushed on for another 15kms until I found a likely spot to camp for the night...next to a creek.I had a huge chemical burn on my inner thigh from the petrol which I tended to first...thank god for a good first aid kit...then I put my tent up. I was in too much pain to do it properly and the ground was like rock...I bent 3 pegs in it before I gave up on them. Then I stripped down to underwear, sat on my camp stool, opened a warm can of bourbon and coke( the strong stuff ) and reflected on the days events. The booze numbed the pain eventually. It felt pretty surreal!A few metres from my camp was a creek with a small pool. For hours I watched that pool with my head torch, considering the possibility of a large crocodile having taken up residence in it. Eventually, half drunk, I didn't care anymore and fell asleep with machete in hand. I'd been that high on adrenaline I was exhausted in the end.The next day, after patching my wounds and tidying up my bike, I went on for another 30kms before turning back. I was in pain, the adventure wasn't fun anymore and Perth was a week away. But...that experience made me feel REALLY alive, like nothing before or since. Exhaustion, pain, fear, adrenaline...it's a heady mix in measured doses for sure. And alcohol too. Thank god I had alcohol...

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  RHP User

  10 years ago

  You had me at KTM. Lol. Great story.

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  madotara69

  10 years ago

  Sorry, back on topic.

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