One thing I couldn't get over was how much 'suction' the dust had on the track. I could feel it pulling on my boots while walking over it:
So, Sunday. Day one. Everyone heads south towards Finke. Cars and buggies start early (really bloody early), so with coffee in hand, I staggered the 10 or 12 steps required to get to the edge of the track. After the first trophy truck went through, I staggered back again to close my swag to keep the dust out.. Chris-mate had warned us that they hadn't had any rain recently, so it'd be dusty, but I didn't think it'd be that dusty. Tip for anyone playing along at home - the redder the dirt, the less dusty it generally is. Head down the track further!
After the cars and buggies went through, we wandered down the track 50 metres or so to get into the start of the woops to watch the bikes.
Wait for it.. Wait for it..
"https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KHE1tkm5_rk&feature=youtu.be"
Even had a bit of ring-ding-ding..
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gT5vjf7NuxE&feature=youtu.be
Steve Quinn (from Karratha) binned it directly in front of us. Chris-mate & Chris started dragging his bike off the track while I helped drag him out of the way. He was holding onto his knee, and not looking too crash hot. When I asked if he wanted to stay down or try and stand up he was already clawing his way up my arm. He tore his goggles off and asked me to clean them as he started falling down again because his knee wouldn't support him. At that point, we had the paramedics land behind us in the chopper:
The paramedic ran over, looked into Steve's eyes and then started the questioning:
Para: What's your name?
Steve: Steve!
Para: What day is it?
Steve: Umm. Err.. Heading south. Must be Sunday
Para: Close enough. You want to keep riding?
Steve: Where's me bike?
So, we assisted him back onto his bike, and sent him on his way. Unfortunately we found he didn't make it - he came off again a bit further down, and couldn't get back on.
(Dunno what the go is with the never ending url link - sorry!)
So, Sunday. Day one. Everyone heads south towards Finke. Cars and buggies start early (really bloody early), so with coffee in hand, I staggered the 10 or 12 steps required to get to the edge of the track. After the first trophy truck went through, I staggered back again to close my swag to keep the dust out.. Chris-mate had warned us that they hadn't had any rain recently, so it'd be dusty, but I didn't think it'd be that dusty. Tip for anyone playing along at home - the redder the dirt, the less dusty it generally is. Head down the track further!
After the cars and buggies went through, we wandered down the track 50 metres or so to get into the start of the woops to watch the bikes.
Wait for it.. Wait for it..
"https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KHE1tkm5_rk&feature=youtu.be"
Even had a bit of ring-ding-ding..
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gT5vjf7NuxE&feature=youtu.be
Steve Quinn (from Karratha) binned it directly in front of us. Chris-mate & Chris started dragging his bike off the track while I helped drag him out of the way. He was holding onto his knee, and not looking too crash hot. When I asked if he wanted to stay down or try and stand up he was already clawing his way up my arm. He tore his goggles off and asked me to clean them as he started falling down again because his knee wouldn't support him. At that point, we had the paramedics land behind us in the chopper:
The paramedic ran over, looked into Steve's eyes and then started the questioning:
Para: What's your name?
Steve: Steve!
Para: What day is it?
Steve: Umm. Err.. Heading south. Must be Sunday
Para: Close enough. You want to keep riding?
Steve: Where's me bike?
So, we assisted him back onto his bike, and sent him on his way. Unfortunately we found he didn't make it - he came off again a bit further down, and couldn't get back on.
(Dunno what the go is with the never ending url link - sorry!)