Day 13 got underway with a hangover breakfast feast prepared by Schuler and Carrie. We then hung around at Schulers until we could no longer dodge his efforts to get us out to the enduro track. We kitted up and headed out there, via some nasty sand, which the bikes got through OK at walking pace. We then had a blat around the blacksoil tracks, before Schuler cut loose on the Gasgas (the brand of his rocket). When he suggested us either a) taking the beemers down into the creek, or b) having a crack on the Gasgas, we both declined. I could see myself explaining a compound fracture femur, with a story starting "Well I was riding with Schuler....", which most would agree is asking for it, and whatever happens is my own stupid fault. We persisted for a bit, then bailed out and headed back to Moranbah. Got some wicked video however bandwidth means you won't be seeing it for now.
Schuler and the GasGas
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