The great day finally dawned,
It was a bright summers morning in late February. The sun was just rising in the small west coast town of Glinks Gully. The waves were crashing down like thunder but it was a very calm day for the wild west coast.
The sound of dirt bikes around the gorge was to hard to resist. I whipped out to the garage and gave my bike a quick check, oiled the chain, topped up with fuel, chucked on my riding gear and slipped the garage door open and I was off like rocket.
I got on my bike and went down the driveway and then putted down the road and onto the beach. Then it was time to hit the boosties. I was racing down the beach and doing heaps of mad as wheelies, some probably being in 3kms or more in length, with mum and dad following in my hilux and my little brother in hot pursuit on his little bike. After a bit we got to our first stop, at 3rd stream where the bros had been camping.
The tide was a bit high so we …show more content…
We all decide to pull over and go into the dunes and park up beside this great big lake we found.
Me and all of the other bikes and quads had a rip around the dunes, Which ended up with my little brother crashing in a small patch of quicksand. With a bit of muscle we managed to wrestle his bike out. With the sun rapidly running away from us, it was time to head back home.
We were all racing, trying to get home, me and one other bro were doing some sick wheelies on our bikes, I was amping with adrenaline from all the wheelies and the jumps off the sides of the dunes also cracking small whips of the dunes, with all of this being done only under the guidance of the moonlight.
Finally we got back, it was pitch black. We didn't quite make it to Pouto but no one cared because we had had an amazing day and with all that fun the day was
It was a bright summers morning in late February. The sun was just rising in the small west coast town of Glinks Gully. The waves were crashing down like thunder but it was a very calm day for the wild west coast.
The sound of dirt bikes around the gorge was to hard to resist. I whipped out to the garage and gave my bike a quick check, oiled the chain, topped up with fuel, chucked on my riding gear and slipped the garage door open and I was off like rocket.
I got on my bike and went down the driveway and then putted down the road and onto the beach. Then it was time to hit the boosties. I was racing down the beach and doing heaps of mad as wheelies, some probably being in 3kms or more in length, with mum and dad following in my hilux and my little brother in hot pursuit on his little bike. After a bit we got to our first stop, at 3rd stream where the bros had been camping.
The tide was a bit high so we …show more content…
We all decide to pull over and go into the dunes and park up beside this great big lake we found.
Me and all of the other bikes and quads had a rip around the dunes, Which ended up with my little brother crashing in a small patch of quicksand. With a bit of muscle we managed to wrestle his bike out. With the sun rapidly running away from us, it was time to head back home.
We were all racing, trying to get home, me and one other bro were doing some sick wheelies on our bikes, I was amping with adrenaline from all the wheelies and the jumps off the sides of the dunes also cracking small whips of the dunes, with all of this being done only under the guidance of the moonlight.
Finally we got back, it was pitch black. We didn't quite make it to Pouto but no one cared because we had had an amazing day and with all that fun the day was