Fast forward two and a half hours.
This is after, the only part of his face shows is under his nose and it looks like he has a mo but no, its just dust and dirt.
He thought he had broken his knee guards but it seemed that a nasty stick had "jumped up' and spacked him on the knee and the rivets had popped out and he found them in his socks.
How the bike travelled to the event.
It rained in the afternoon and apparently poured during the night even thunder but I was sleeping and didnt hear any of it.
This was the way out of the paddock, with Mary having to pull the van as well as the bike's weight, we waited until lunch time when it was drier before we left, even then the ute slipped a bit and she was struggling, a few bike riders were watching us and we got cheered on especially when we got to the top of the rise where there was no mud.
The bike rides are a real family affairs.
A dad holding his daughter back until it was safe to cross, she then slipped it into gear and putted across the road to the pee wee track.
We left about an hour after this, we went to check out the best way to get out.
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