I feel like I've been transported back 30 or 40 years to the era of cool. In every direction as far as the eye can see, there are campers with much-loved pre-'95 classic dirtbikes dotted around the landscape. From pristine motocrossers and enduro models to the odd ag bike that looks like it's been dragged out of a farmer's shed, every motorcycle has a story to tell. And those stories involve countless hours of hard yakka spent with patience and enthusiasm rebuilding these machines to a like-new or rideable condition.
I'm a newbie at the Conondale Classic Weekend. I raced Honda CR125s in the 1980s, so I do feel a connection to the vibe here, and coming to this event has been on the ‘things I must do’ list for way too long. My mate JB offered
