The Hall of Shame
It’s all here. Every Extreme Trifle adventure ever attempted, failed, cocked up, and yet (on a surprising number of occasions) completed with nothing more than a grazed knee and some deportation orders.
So, whether you are trying to look busy in the office or are waiting for your date to arrive, why not relive a few of our disasters to pass the time. Or you could come and join us on the next one!
Wrong Way Round Sahara. In 55 degrees of heat without water, weird things start to happen. In summary, the Sahara is hot.
The Isle of Nan TT. The only motorsport event where a hazardous fluid leak comes from the rider not the machine.
Wrong Way Round Mongolia. Sandstorm, thunderstorm, shitstorm. Looks like those cracks are only going to get wider.
Monsoon Madness. What will try and kill you first. The road conditions? Drowning? Why did the elephant cross the road?
Red Bull Flug Tag. Magnificent men and woman in less than magnificent un-flying machines. Run, leap, plummet.
Red Bull Soap Box Race. Our entry was neither made of soap or boxes. At least the wheels went round.
The Plymouth – Dakar Rally. It left from Portsmouth and never went to Dakar. The original, grand daddy of banger rallies.
Ring Sting. The ring as in Nurburgring. The sting as in the sensation you get when petrol spills on your gentleman parts.
Pizzas to Palermo. A foolhardy attempt to teach the Italians about pizza and moped riding. We came back suitably chastised.