Big JD
Wheel size expert
Spent the weekend in Forrest on my own and needed to say - "oh how I love thee".
Your trails are super, accom is kooky, beer is cold and locals friendly enough. All the MTBesr I met were super friendly (especially the older grumpy ones like me) and I had a great time.
I thought I would be lonely and not find anyone to chat to but no. Met a great younger couple on Saturday over at Yaugher and invited myself on their ride. Later met a bunch of middle aged gents on tour from Yarralee (one with a busted shoulder) who accepted my emergency nursing skills and super strength tranquilisers from my boot. We caught up at the brewery later for a dodgy steak and cleansing ale. On Sunday a ran into a couple (both 55yrs) on Red Carpet who I had chatted to at the brewery. They showed me around which was great- the guy had been riding for 5 years and riped my legs off every climb - wont be his friend anymore. Also called into the new bike shop/cafe for a coffee and a chat. It reminds me of Noosa in 1974 or Port Douglas in 1980 - without the sea.
I had a ball and not a single 29er,650b, SS, fatbike, old, grumpy, balding, Yarra trail rider in sight (whingie little turds).
Your trails are super, accom is kooky, beer is cold and locals friendly enough. All the MTBesr I met were super friendly (especially the older grumpy ones like me) and I had a great time.
I thought I would be lonely and not find anyone to chat to but no. Met a great younger couple on Saturday over at Yaugher and invited myself on their ride. Later met a bunch of middle aged gents on tour from Yarralee (one with a busted shoulder) who accepted my emergency nursing skills and super strength tranquilisers from my boot. We caught up at the brewery later for a dodgy steak and cleansing ale. On Sunday a ran into a couple (both 55yrs) on Red Carpet who I had chatted to at the brewery. They showed me around which was great- the guy had been riding for 5 years and riped my legs off every climb - wont be his friend anymore. Also called into the new bike shop/cafe for a coffee and a chat. It reminds me of Noosa in 1974 or Port Douglas in 1980 - without the sea.
I had a ball and not a single 29er,650b, SS, fatbike, old, grumpy, balding, Yarra trail rider in sight (whingie little turds).