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Offline VinceS

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This comment from Aunty Mal (who we may see on Sunday's ride):

"Any money raised last year went to the Victorian Bushfire Red Cross appeal. I asked folk to send donations, direct, using the figure 2217 and deciding where they wished to place the decimal point etc. Hope you enjoy the story, might go well in the "News/Stories" section of the website. Also I'm thinking of having a crack at the 2500k in 24hr, if I'm well enough!...what about the 3000?"

Good on 'im for helping our southern friends out, that's the Ducati spirit!

I have done a calc on the proposed alternate record attempts and figured fuel stops takes somewhere around 30 minutes out of the 24 hours, possibly this could be reduced via a quick change piggyback reserve tank (is that what a 20l drum is called these days?) but it still leaves you hunting for places to do the deed, particularly since the NT is no longer much of an option. 2500km in 23.5 hours is avg of 106.4km/hr and 3000km is 127.7km. You'd wanna hope nobody was looking - for a very long time! Personally, I think 1,000km tops it out for what you would do in a day, or 800km if it is raining - Mal obviously has very long legs these days!

Note: edit of below post was to re-paste the story with the ascii symbol errors deleted - being caused from Microsoft Word not talking to Microsoft Internet Explorer particularly well (go figure?).
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This my friends is "touring"... from our mate, Mal Cherlin ;

2217ks in 24hrs, "Iron Butt Association, USA, certified" on an ST2.

   After much ribbing about Ducati "reliability", fuelled by significant amounts of celebrating at the annual C.H.U.M.P.s. (journos), ride to Genoa, Victoria, in February this year, I decided to have a 'go', at getting a certificate. I had no idea how complex the audit process was, nor how 'clever', former 'round Australia record holder, Tex O'Grady had been in planting the seed, and telling me his mark was greater than what I needed to ride, to ensure I went "one better", as it were. For the record, Tex's, 'round Oz mark was 8 days 23 hrs and 57 minutes, from memory, set in 1978. ? of it was dirt, then and the distance about 18,000ks. Tex and I had done a fair amount of riding together over the years, usually with a K9 on his tank! He was off on a charity ride after Chumps, in Melbourne, and suggested I could head home the long way, and to "keep my fuel receipts".

I stayed the Sunday, at Genoa Pub, resting and watching the cricket. Listening to the weather, and making a few calls. Turning in early I rose on the Monday, and gave the trusty ST, a once over. The publican at Genoa is also the postmistress. She was my "start time witness". Thanks, Heather. (best free range eggs on toast you've ever had in your life!) Time out 9.26 am. I headed down the coast to Cann River then turned North to Bombala. Best riding of the trip, best roads, highest average, 119 for the first hour, and wonderful fun in the endless hills. Reality took hold after that opening stint. Bombala through to Gunning, brought population and traffic density, and a sober approach. Not 'till West Wyalong was I able to "get on with it" again to put some time in the bank. The run from Cooma on had been fraught with ever worsening wind.

I decided there would be an "open ended" philosophy to the run. I would go "tank to tank" and see how I felt. I would pick the direction, based on weather and time elapsed, reviewing my estimates as I rode. There  are "1000k", "1600k" and "2000k" certificates. I elected to just bump along and see if I could get near Tex's 24hr mark, as a goal. Condoblin for fuel, wind gone, and easy riding, how far could I get before sundown? The answer was Dubbo. The shadows were jumping out of the way after that. I settled on a 100k policy after some "furry reminders". Orange, and the bike feels wrong. Fuel, tyre check, front is way down. Re pressure, check for foreign bodies, nothing. Re check, time is awastin'. Press on, just as the rain starts, and gets worse, and worse......Lithgow, wet riding gear is disintegrating. Coffee, visor, tyre still down again, re-pump with my own gear, and go.

This was one of the hardest parts of the trip, and possibly the most dangerous. Heavy fog, and constant rain, road works, line re-marking, more rain, tail gating prime movers with lights on high beam, I stick to the speed limit and treat it as an upper limit. I can't afford an error here. I possibly/probably couldn't pick up the bike now. Too much body pain for that, past injuries now gather there respective forces and the physical battle rages while the concentration has to prevail if survival and goal attainment are to be realised. I'm down to 40k in some sections, there is diesel on the wet road, and I slide very gently even at 40. I wonder if "I'm lucky", its rained hard and washed the road clean to this point?...maybe it was worse earlier? Finally the road patches to dry in spots, and I look forward to checking the front tyre again at Pennant Hills. Its summer, but its cold now, with everything on, and still wet, the body is protesting, and I'm getting very slow dismounting and re-mounting etc. Tyre is low again, I change the valve and re-pressure, fingers crossed.

The weather improved, only light rain occasionally now, and I was Taree bound, but had forgotten the 100 odd k of speed limited roadworks north of Newcastle. This would hurt, time wise, but could be used, in part to re-charge, I looked on the bright side and calculated sun rise must be imminent. Then it rained hard again, just to remind me to "live" in minute tight compartments and recall the number of past 1000k + days in the saddle, and that 1600k, the 'old' 1000 mile mark was past. There was no point in stopping, better to do the 24hrs as so much of it had already been done. Very slow at Taree, deliberate, careful, get off, limp, pay, piss, limp, get on.....remember to pressure the front....get off again, its low again...pressure front...go. When is sun rise?..oh great here come the roadworks again.

Shortly after dawn, now heading South, a familiar 'race' van pulls up beside me, "Johnson Refrigeration" emblazoned on the flanks. Its Mick Johnson, long time Ducati racer, in Bears, and Pro Twins, he waves, I gesticulate back but there is no time to yarn so I ride on. Could not believe the coincidence of seeing him on the road, after all those hours/ks etc...Head down I make for the Caltex Servo at Wyong, 2000+ks have elapsed, fuel, sun, warmth, tyre, low again! I overinflate and head for the overpass to turn North again, in an effort to make up time I vaporise the straight expressway, and find the bike won't turn onto the Newcastle Link road, easy, bit by bit, I back off, and wobble to the verge, front gone, dead flat....that only took about 14 minutes!!.....less than an hour to go......If you go 'over', the whole run is excluded there is a lot of traffic, hey, this is the Newcastle equivalent of "peak hour". Blow up the tyre with a proprietary tyre fix product, the can explodes, glad that did'nt happen in the pannier! Tyre still flat, can I ride it flat at walking pace just to get a credit card transaction somewhere so its not all wasted? Possibly not, try the second can of magic tyre fix stuff, hold my breath and it works like a charm. I empty the whole lot in and go for it.

I soon learn lane splitting with panniers is not a good idea in peak hour traffic, and there are traffic lights! I take to the footpath to jump the cue heading for the servo. Park, look at the tyre, no foam, no bubbles, still 'up', I buy a bag of jelly snakes and tuck the precious receipt in with the others. Its time 'wasted' but if I loose the front tyre before Frasers, it won't be a total loss. Traffic is impossible, traffic lights everywhere, I'm a few minutes early, hey, I could do another twenty minutes odd, but at 40 to 50 kph, I might only get another 10k in these conditions. Stop. Its over. "Loopy" Lewis sells me a toy of Loris Capirossi's GP bike and tells me I smell "like a wet moose rapt in a smouldering rubber blanket". He is my finishing witness and writes this fact in his letter which is part of the submission to the I.B.A. in the States. The front header is covered in melted rubber, and I have been wet then dry then wet many times. 2217K in 24 hrs, only to hear Tex laugh heartily, while "confessing" he added a couple of hundred to his mark to "keep me honest"! Bike now 151,000k.

The subsequent audit and documentary file presentation to the Yanks gave rise to some amusing comments. "How much sleep did you get??" and "Why did you do two sets of 'Canyons'?" reference to the Snowy and Blue Mountains etc, and "What did your crew think of that?" etc. They take this stuff really seriously. I reckon 2500k is do-able; even 3000k?...but only using outback roads, and a radio equipped, pathfinder vehicle, to enable the "Russian Roulette" of the night hours to be productive. Remember, plenty of riders have 'met' animals in daylight hours. Average for the 24hrs was about 92kph. Alone and impromptu, it was the best I could manage. Thanks to Crusty for suggesting a 1000mile run some years ago. It always "pecked" at me, Crusty.

Ride 'em, don't hide 'em. Aunty Mal
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