We used it as an example of the ideal track, and the riders came in droves when we announced a two day Broxy camp there. Lucky for us, our claim was to prove correct as it handled the numbers with style.
You may remember the venue. Bordered by the Tasman Sea to the west, the farm is a sandy soil covered in hardy couch grass. 50 minutes from Pukekohe, the Kelly’s family farm is host to dozens of horse riding groups each year where their 20 bed bunk-house caters for any who are not staying in their own trucks or tents. Charlotte and Kevin themselves were providing the catering, which included a delicious lamb on a spit. Enough to look after a mini army of moto mercenaries.
I arrived Monday night to a battered scene. Heavy wind and rain had made the day completely unrideable, which more than villified my decision to postpone the camp to the Tuesday and Wednesday. I was stoked, a feeling that continued to amplify over the next two days as we worked around rain showers to keep everyone dry and warm. The Metservice phone app proved itself once again.
Most venues would have been a total mess after getting such a soaking, and to be fair there was a good deal of picking up younger riders until the track dried and their skills improved.
Around three times a day I would stop everyone to talk about a skill that was particularly pertinent to the current situation. Anything from the general riding positions to something so specific as not putting their leg out for the banked turn that was seeing many people turn more than they wanted to. This was accompanied by as much one on one advice as I could fit in while keeping half an eye on the other twenty or so riders cutting laps at the same time.
Riding, Training, Riding Again!
With more bike time and skills than most people would get in a month, the camp was very successful in my eyes as we could see improvements almost everywhere. To be honest it was probably too much riding for most of them, but that is a good problem to have when it was not to the point of causing accidents or breakdowns.
Our greatest thanks to the Kelly family for pretty much everything, although due credit must go to our friend Phil, who owned the mechanical side of the camp with a number of semi-miracle fixes.
It is good to know that we have a place that can handle pretty much everything being thrown at it!