Edited Date/Time
1/26/2012 11:27am
Yesterday the usual suspects and I took to the trails for a ride I had been hearing about for months. In preparation for this ride my friends had take me on the trail in reverse. Al la all downhill. You learn a respect for gravity and the properties as it helps you idle a bike down a trail only wide enough for a goat, hell it is a mountain goat trail, laden with sharp iron filled shale the size of step stool with a little bitty path between. This time we were attacking the trail in the direction that it should be run. The first 11 miles were a blast. Single track that has been whooped out to a depth of three feet, then sand uphills that put you into 4th pinned as you floated up the hill. This was a hero ride. Until we made the turn.
One of our riders has an old 426, the bike still chugs on but age has gotten to the gas tank. A small crack developed which caused a leak so we headed back down into the valley. 30 minutes later a trip to the auto parts store for J-B Kwick and the tank was repaired. Back up the hill.
So Im following second, still on my high from the earlier ride, I am filled with aggression for ever turn and full throttle ever chance I get. Following behind too close in the dust I was climbing a hill where I learned what its like to hit whoops in the top of 4th. Still aggressive as we climbed higher on the single track, the trail started to look familiar as I remembered this when we came down. The rocks looked larger the trail more narrow and the cliffs higher.
Overheating as I climbed the 450 up and over the rocks, the stress of trying to stay on the trail. The issue is, if you make a mistake you and the bike are now taking a trip over a 600 foot rock slide. Not impossible to get back on the trail but I was told that a time before it took three hours to get someone who went 10 feet off the side back up. This trail is only a half mile but the consequence for error lay heavy on my mind.
From there we cleared that to start climbing larger rocks, then the waterfall. This is what those guys that race pro WORCS and AA dream about as a perfect trail. You launch the bike up the rocks, pause get your feet try some more, call a friend and eventually you are pushing the running bike up the rocks looking for any purchase point you can find. Once we cleared that we admired the valley from 8000 feet, enjoyed the single track switchbacks and then rode through the valley of endless granite. I have come to the conclusion. Riding without rocks in California just isn’t a reality.
Back to the truck, a few beers and laughter of how badly you rode, you smile because you did it.
Next week, again but faster.
One of our riders has an old 426, the bike still chugs on but age has gotten to the gas tank. A small crack developed which caused a leak so we headed back down into the valley. 30 minutes later a trip to the auto parts store for J-B Kwick and the tank was repaired. Back up the hill.
So Im following second, still on my high from the earlier ride, I am filled with aggression for ever turn and full throttle ever chance I get. Following behind too close in the dust I was climbing a hill where I learned what its like to hit whoops in the top of 4th. Still aggressive as we climbed higher on the single track, the trail started to look familiar as I remembered this when we came down. The rocks looked larger the trail more narrow and the cliffs higher.
Overheating as I climbed the 450 up and over the rocks, the stress of trying to stay on the trail. The issue is, if you make a mistake you and the bike are now taking a trip over a 600 foot rock slide. Not impossible to get back on the trail but I was told that a time before it took three hours to get someone who went 10 feet off the side back up. This trail is only a half mile but the consequence for error lay heavy on my mind.
From there we cleared that to start climbing larger rocks, then the waterfall. This is what those guys that race pro WORCS and AA dream about as a perfect trail. You launch the bike up the rocks, pause get your feet try some more, call a friend and eventually you are pushing the running bike up the rocks looking for any purchase point you can find. Once we cleared that we admired the valley from 8000 feet, enjoyed the single track switchbacks and then rode through the valley of endless granite. I have come to the conclusion. Riding without rocks in California just isn’t a reality.
Back to the truck, a few beers and laughter of how badly you rode, you smile because you did it.
Next week, again but faster.
Nice!
Get any pics?
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Not sure I would compare it to Last Man Standing though. One yr only one rider completed the ENTIRE course--David Knight. But that dude wrestles his bike like it's a pit bike!
This is my buddy Bob211 on my old XR.
When you get some of the best off-roaders around and only one guy completes the course that is the Last Man Standing, glad it opened you're eyes.
http://www.redbulllastmanstanding.com/
Sheesh I even complimented you’re story and said it sounded gnarly….. lol
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the mmmx and the fishing and the racing and the riding and the woman and the condos could possibly be the ultimate moto vacation.
muhahahaha!
Of course not, you're a DOUCHEBAG, but while I was typing I thought to myself--"I bet Boobym will reply as usual--the stalking HYPOCRITE HE IS"!
I could go years w/o mentioning you. You can't go a day w/o mentioning me, even a dumshit like you know that's the truth.
I know you're obsessed-but it's getting old COCKBOBBER! lol
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