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The crock infested swamp run. The sound of three dirt bikes roared through the hot air near Darwin, Australia. Jack's Bonnie and Mitch were off for a crazy ride through a crock infested swamp that was full of deep sticky, icky mud. Jack stood up on his foot, pegs gripping tight with his knees. He's riding gear covered in red dust from the last ride. Bonnie was just behind him. Her pink and black helmet shining in the morning. Sun covered in her usual stickers. Mitch riding up front yelled back over the roar of his bike. Alright, you little legends. Today's ride's gonna be wild. We're heading straight through. Crock Hollow. Crock Hollow. Bonnie shouted, half laughing, half nervous. You better not be joking. Jack's grin. Bring it on. Let's see a crop. Keep up with us. Had spent the early morning prepping their bikes for was to be known as the swamp ride of doom. This wasn't a trail for beginners. It was wet, wild, and full of trouble before leaving base camp. Mitch ran through the rules, right? First things first. Air boxes taped up tight. Alright, don't want any water getting in. Jack's grabbed his roll of duct tape and carefully sealed the airbox holes. Done. Seals and bearings greased. Mitch asked. Bonnie nodded, tightening a bolt on her swing arm. Yep. And I sprayed all my wiring with waterproof stuff. She said Mitch gave them both a thumbs up. Nice. Remember, don't stop in the water unless you have to. If it looks deep, go around. If it's too late, just pin it and hope for the best. Let's do it. Jack shouted as he fired up. He's two straight ring with a brain. Bonnie's bike gave a high pitch as she blipped the throttle standing up and wiggling her elbows like a real pro. They rode through the twisty single track that led into thick mangrove forests. The air was humid, the kind that made your jersey stick to your back before you even started sweating. Squelch. Jack's Tire sank into some thick mud, flinging mud all through the air. Bonnie laughed. You just chucked a mud pie into my goggles. You looked hungry. Jack shouted, clicking up a gear and laughing, gunning it through the next puddle with a loud splash. Mitch stood tall on the pegs as his bike weaved through roots and runs. Keep your weight back through this stuff if you feel the front tire sink. Just pinned the throttle. Bonnie nodded and moved her body back just in time to keep from going over the bars. She just missed a low branch covered in vines and something else. Mitch, she shouted. I swear I just saw a snake in the tree. Mitch pulled up beside her. Yeah, you probably did a python. Don't stop under any trees just in case one drops in for a ride. There are pythons everywhere up here in the Northern Territory, and they'll eat a whole cow if they're hungry enough. Jack zipped past laughing. I'm not scared of a snake unless it's hiding in my helmet. They all had a laugh. The trail led into a swampy clearing and the sound of frogs. Insects, and birds filled the air. But there was another sound too. A deep roar. Shh, Mitch said Pulling up his bike out of the reeds came a massive crocodile. Its tails swishing slowly through the swamp water, not 10 meters away. Holy moly. Jack's whispered that thing. Huge. What do we do? Back up quiet, Mitch said. They tiptoed their bikes in reverse engines off. Once they were back out of sight and couldn't see the crocodile anymore. Jack's whispered, whatever chases us, Mitch winked. Then we find out who's got the fastest bike jack's gulp. I hope it's mine. The track narrowed again and turned a thick, stinky, dark mud. Just to get through this, you've gotta go wide and fast. Don't go through the middle where it's deep and thick. Pin it around the edge and keep the revs up. Jacks went first, Rob. He hit the rut with speed, but from he's back, tire sank and he spun the throttle, but he was bogged. I'm stuck, he said, and I can't go anywhere, and I'm afraid that crocodile's coming. Bonnie and Mitch rolled to a stop on a dry patch. Hang tight. Bonnie called, she looped her toe strap to her bike and tossed the other end of Jack's. When I say go give it heaps of throttle and I'll pull, Bonnie said, alright. Jack's yelled back, rocking his bike side to side to try and loosen the suction. Just as they were about to go, they noticed something sneaking up behind Jack's. It was massive, it was roaring, and its teeth were huge. The Croc had found them. Jack started to panic. Go, go, go bond. The Croc's coming, the croc charged into the mud, but it got stuck as well, just as the crocodile was at the back wheel of Jack's bike and it was about to snap its jaws Jack's. Pinned it and got out of the mud with Bonnie pulling him from Bonnie. Launched forward while Jack's twisted the throttle, the bike shot free with a giant SPL spraying mud all over his chest and face. Ooh, that was close. Jack shouted, looking back at the crocodile that was stuck in the mud and also gross. Let's get the hell outta here. Mitch laughed. That's swamp life. They continued deeper into the wild. The trail climbed slightly, then dropped fast into a gutty full of Rocky Creek beds. Jack's bounced from rock to rock using his legs like shock absorbers. Stay loose. Let the bike dance on the rocks. Mitch called out. Bonnie's front wheel tapped a rock, but she kept her weight up front and yelled Woo as she bounced through the Rocky Creek bed. The trail climbed again right up a dune that dropped into a hidden swamp. Okay, another swamp. Hopefully there's no crocodiles in this one. You need speed and flow here. Mitch said, don't stop halfway. Bonnie clicked up a gear. Let's go. And charged first into the mud, bro. Her bike Her bike roared as she charged through this mud, bog sand. Flying jack's followed leaning back and letting the front tire float. They surged forward through the sticky mud, the sun reflecting off all the water surrounding them, and just then they noticed a few water buffalo stuck in the bog right next to where they were riding, looking, very unimpressed. Oh, don't go near them. Mitch warned. They're strong and they're grumpy. If they want, they'll just stampede and crush you. Jackson. Bonnie turned their heads away from the water buffalo and kept their bikes pinned to get away from them. They didn't want to get caught in a stampede. Fortunately, the buffalo were also stuck just like the crocodile and Jackson. Bonnie were able to escape later sitting on some dry grass. They took off their helmets. All three of them were caked in mud. Their boots squelching with every step. That was insane. Jack said, I've never seen a Croc that big.. I've never been that stuck before. Thanks for towing me out anytime Mitch said, sipping from his hydration pack. You both did awesome. Riding out here teaches you a lot. You gotta be ready for anything. Even Crocs and water. Buffalo Jack's looked at his money bike. Next time I'm bringing more tape to make sure no water gets in. Bonnie giggled. Next time I'm riding on your bike, if we see another crock, it's so fast They packed up and rode back through the mangroves, dodging roots, birds, snakes, and mud holes like pros as they reached the dry dirt road again. Mitch turned and shouted. Well, we made it out of the mud. And while the next section's a bit dusty, just remember any day on a dirt bike is a good day.