Tales from the Emporium

**CrazyFrog** · 21st June 2012, 13:06

Not much ADV riding for ya in Raro, but I challenge you to do the across the mountain track on a rental scooter

You could attempt a private lap record of the Round Rarotonga TT though, just watch for pigs and chickens. Fun times

**NordieBoy** · 21st June 2012, 13:57

Nordiebro has told me some of the tracks to try. Up behind the hospital etc.
There's also a track up the valley we're staying in...

**madmartin** · 22nd June 2012, 00:00

Oh goodie, another thread for the Nordie appreciation society

**NordieBoy** · 1st July 2012, 16:35

The track up behind the hospital was cool on 112cc automatic scooters

**Night Falcon** · 1st July 2012, 16:57

Originally Posted by NordieBoy

The track up behind the hospital was cool on 112cc automatic scooters

did ya fit shinkos to em

**NordieBoy** · 1st July 2012, 17:22

Originally Posted by Night Falcon

did ya fit shinkos to em

Nope, IRC roadies with 14 splits in the side walls...

I think 18psi 2-up was causing a little too much rim-side wall interaction...

Re-filled with 32psi. Much more betterer.

**Willdat?** · 1st July 2012, 20:36

Can't believe you took your tyre pressure gauge to Raro

**NordieBoy** · 2nd July 2012, 10:06

Originally Posted by Willdat?

Can't believe you took your tyre pressure gauge to Raro

Gauge?

The toe of my boot is calibrated to +-2.5psi...

Afterwards I told the guys at the hire place, and they said it should have had 30psi right from the start

**NordieBoy** · 13th July 2012, 21:01

Oh shit.

Nathan has started writing a book...
Nathan and Elena's Aussie Ride-About
http://www.advrider.com/forums/showt...postcount=1237

Originally Posted by NathanTheBastard

The sun was kissing the horizon as the rider approached the small outback town of Walladingdong. Man and machine formed a black silhouette against the waning sun; the dust kicked up by the newcomer's passage stained the sky a rosy pink.

A road train was double parked outside the pub, dwarfing the tin shack. The rider slowed, pulling in the clutch and rapidly down-shifting with several staccato taps of the gear lever--a flagrant disregard of proper motorcycle operation that wasn't lost on the locals. The men sitting in the shade of the veranda, grizzled with boot-leather skin and a keen sense for trouble from the harsh outback living, gripped their neoprene stubby holders tighter. This was trouble alright.

The rider came to a stop, planting both feet firmly on the ground, then hit the kill switch on his XT225 Serow. He remained sitting on the bike, staring silently at the locals through a dirty pair of sunglasses, before slowly pulling a can of WD40 out of his jacket pocket. The newcomer thumbed the red plastic lid off, letting it fall to the ground, then brought the can up to his nostril and let loose a long blast while breathing in deeply. A tremor ran through his body as the WD40 coursed into his nasal cavity. He shook the now-empty can, dropped it to the ground and rubbed his arm across his nose.

The men on the veranda shifted uneasily.

The rider pulled a cigarette from behind his ear, bent over and lit it on the cherry red header pipe of his motorcycle, then took a long, slow drag. A muffled whump! and slight jerk signified the extent of the exothermic reaction in his respiratory system. He spat--a cloying black blob that spun through the air and landed in the dust like wet tar, then pointed his cigarette to towards the road train. "Where's the driver of this rig?" he said in a voice like gravel.

No one answered.

The rider slowly folded the side stand down with his worn, black cowboy boots and lent the motorcycle over. With unnatural feline grace, the man lifted his right leg and pivoted on his left, dismounting the motorcycle before anyone could react. He was a big man: six feet five at least, 280 pounds of muscle.

He pointed at the watching men. "You tell him Nordieboy wants a reckoning."

Estimated release date: May 2053.

Sounds like he's been taking writing lessons from Padmei.