DeWildt –
Our usual ride
This was our regular ride that we
enjoyed ever other week or so.
We started riding here in about 1996
and had some good (and bad) experiences.
After riding for a while by
ourselves we got to know a group of riders called “Team Rat”.
There was about a dozen all told,
but I can’t recall all of their names.
Some that spring to mind are Carlos
(the mad Portuguese!), Dougie, Errol, Martin, Roger Barnes, Rory, Rick and
Lindsey.
Russell
Campbell
also joined us on occasion.
These guys must have ranged in age
from early thirties to into the late fifties; all of them were good riders and
had a good team spirit going.
We almost always had a good ride and
a good laugh afterwards.
DeWildt itself is near the
Development was occurring all the
time but we still had a 70 kilometre loop that stopped at a Café around about the half-way point.
Some of the riding was pretty tough;
we named some of the sections :–
The River-bed: a long twisting sandy riverbed that was usually
stinking hot and dusty. Big rocks to get over. (Picture)
Tennis-ball hill: a short, steep incline that was covered in soft-ball
sized rocks. All the rocks were lose so pretty tricky getting up or down. (Picture)
The Bad-lands: an eroded section of ground with no vegetation and the
only jump. (Picture)
The runway:
an asphalt runway in the middle of nowhere.
The Game fence: a game fence, also in the middle of nowhere.
Marula tree:
one of the stops we had before attacking the river bed.
The police station: where we parked our cars and trailers. (Picture)
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Police station |
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Here I’m warming up the WR250.
just behind me is my other bike of the time, the KLX 250 four stroke. JR’s
KDX is also idling away. Judging by our attire it was winter. I’ve no idea
who the kid is, he appeared out of nowhere and then disappeared! There was a shop behind me and the
police station was immediately behind the camera man. |
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Trailer |
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The three bikes on the trailer. A mate had come over from |
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Game fence |
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This is JR and I out in the middle
of nowhere. This was near the game fence, just before we crossed over the
asphalt road into the bad-lands. |
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Other De Wildt pics |
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