I certainly appreciate the effort of the organisers and volunteers, however I am still walking funny and possibly a little mentally scarred from tank slapping a 38 year old bike through 60 odd kilometres of sand.
Obviously without any gumption to be able to open the throttle and lean back on the pegs. Also following two mates, one who broke a clutch cable and the other who broke the rear brake mount off the frame.
The camping was great, the venue was great, we need to get GMC a big hat, the food was good.
A memorable weekend all up, but bugger me, I hate sand. Due to not being able to ride it effectively.