This is myself (right) and my cousin (left). When I visit my elderly dad in Forster, I usually organise to go see my cousin in Old Bar for a bit of trail riding. We lose ourselves for hours in the forest back of Old Bar, usually on fire road but there's a fair bit of singletrack if you know where to look. We try to be discreet so that the moto's don't see us and rip up the singletrack, as they're usually fauna trail strung together into a loop by the local trail fairies.