Cannonball, yes Cannonball!!! Just like that classic 80’s movie, I got my note of where to register through the mail and it was on. Once again I felt part of some highly secretive underground movement about to do something very, very, very illegal. But, no, this is the annual Cannonball Charity Ride and this year it was all about raising money and profile for sufferers of the debilitating disease called Epidermolysis Bullosa (EB). Unlike that 1980’s illegal race across America no rules would be broken here, very bent yes, broken no! This year’s 5,600km 12day ride was from Bribie Island, Qld to Barossa Valley, SA via Alice Springs, just for the heck of it.
Following on from the welcome dinner the previous night we were revved up before light and keen to get underway to ride some awesome tracks and, if we could in any way, bring attention to what amazing people like Dean have to live with everyday. But Cannonball rides are adventure rides and the adventure was about to begin. We left smack on 7.30am during a live cross to the ABC breakfast program and less then an hour later Erik threw his 990R away at a deep washout. Yep, it was going to be a long ride.
Due to the whole of Qld being a bit soggy, you may have heard about the flooding up here, conditions for the first day were wet and slippery. One of the tracks had us crossing the backwater of the Brisbane River times and with the water three feet deep and flowing fast, our progress was slow. Four bikes ended up under water, but hats came off for our sweep that didn’t only drown his bike, he got it stuck under a log!

David 'Zebra' van der Walt rides one of the swollen creeks - he made it safely.













The beads of sweat were forming now, his concentration absolute and all around him time seemed to slow. Sounds were absent from his consciousness except for the big V-twin that was alive, like a wild beast, looking to bite the very hand that fed it. A tight right-hand turn across the face of the hill, leading into an immediate climb. Get it right and he would sleep well tonight. Get it wrong and he would experience immediate pain and suffering, until the cartwheeling 950, which would inevitably follow, came swiftly to provide
a merciful knockout blow. The decision was made. With a slight, ever so slight, twist of the grip, man and machine inched forward. A sense of euphoria washed over his mind and soul at the thought that he would indeed survive the gauntlet, but just then, his world imploded! The Pirelli squirmed, breaking free of its precarious bite on mother earth. The big beast spun up and forward motion halted. Then slowly, ever so slowly, gravity took hold and doomed our man to a downward trajectory. He scrambled for ground and finding none, fell, fell with a crushing blow that knocked what seemed like all life and being from his worthless (and overweight) body. Was that the fabled light he now saw? Should he go towards it? Should he have had paid more homage at the altar of the orange god? No....Craig, as the Cannonball Charity's lead rider, this is a pink tutu and it's what you get for crashing your bike in the driveway before even starting what will become an epic 3,500km ride from Toowoomba to Tassie!!
