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So, I was figuring I’m getting to be an old hand at this adventure-riding caper. I’ve got my full licence. I’ve been riding for about three years. I’ve owned four different bikes and written off one. I’m no longer the slowest rider on the trip (well…that’s not true unless there’s a learner rider and it’s a 100kph limit and it’s a good bit of road…look out then!).
I’ve even bought a second bike (Dave insists it’s really his) to keep me riding while waiting for the Terra to have parts replaced under warranty. However, since coming off between Wanaaring and Tibooburra, my innate fear of sand has persisted. I also know that riding around on gravel roads is not going to make me a better sand rider. With that thought in mind, the Terra finally back on deck after five long months and a rare weekend free of commitments, it was time to start to address that phobia. The beach seemed like the perfect place.
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