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Blog #4

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Mile 44.2 - 82

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Well, bad news team, turn the days without incident clock back to zero! In the thirteen-ish years I've been riding I could say I have only "crashed" once, until yesterday. Sure, I've tipped over a zillion times, but yesterday takes the prize. I'll let the video speak for itself, but here is the Reader’s Digest version. It hadn't rained at home, but fifteen miles away at the trailhead, it must have dumped. The trail was wet, muddy, and slicker than snail snot. This bike cruises the rolling hill trails really well in 2nd and 3rd gear, 15-25 miles per hour, without lugging the engine. I found that there is also an abundance of torque, that if not controlled in the right conditions will loop you out right on your head. I'm ordinarily one to try to ride a mistake out, even if I end up off the trail a little ways, but not yesterday.

Yesterday, I let the motorcycle-sized rock on the side of the trail use love and logic[b] method of parenting on me, and the choices were not good. Choice A, right the bike and center punch it, then fly over the handlebars down the hill fifty feet. Choice B lay the bike down and center punch it, fly over the handlebars and up the slightly inclining trail ten feet into some fist-sized rocks and maybe if I was lucky I'd  miss a big tree. I was hoping for a Choice C that didn't include a center punch with resulting human caber toss, but none came so I took my chances on B and luckily escaped with a bruised side, some broken plastic, and twisted metal. As a result of the impact,I damaged the headlight, number plate plastic, and punched a hole in the front fender. Amazingly enough everything, even the blinkers worked, except the headlight, so up the trail we continued.

The end of this trail spits you out on a gravel road, which we rode to the end and up a single track trail about a mile just to see how low the snow line was. First gear on the single track was great, and I rapped it out a little more than I had before and got enough speed so I didn't feel so wobbly while maintaining plenty of torque to crawl over the obstacles. We then returned the way we had come. Once out on the gravel road I opened up the throttle a little, and in 5th gear at 5000 rpm I could clip along at 44 mph. If you pushed it I would bet you would top out at about 55 mph,(that will be a test for another day, when there isn't bad juju floating around).

Once back at the truck I thought I could fish around behind the broken number plate and fix the headlight, but  in my hurry to fix the headlight, I shorted out the system and blew the main fuse. While standing there cursing my bad luck, we hear a guy on a 450 hauling up the gravel road to the parking lot, but before he can race into the parking lot, he realizes the hard way, like myself, that in order to ride a motorcycle the rubber side must stay down. He skidded on his backside almost into the parking lot, burning the butt right out of his 501s. Talk about a walk of shame! — Waddling into the parking lot pushing his bike with a busted clutch perch and a full moon hanging out of his once blue jeans. I thought to myself, "Well, things can always be worse!"

You should never say stuff like that, you will only find out a short time later that you were absolutely right. When I got home I decided to unload the bike by myself,which I've done a million times without incident, but this time not so. I'll spare you the gory details and the profanity which ensued, but somehow I ended up with the bike tipped over, me on the ground on my side and the handlebars threaded through the front pocket of my hoodie pinning me to the ground. Good thing it was dark because I had to half undress to get myself unsnarled from the mess.

Upon further review this morning the repair plan is as follows: new fuse, solder and fix the headlight connector, weld the plastic back, and bend the blinker mount back into place and Bob’s your uncle, good as new. As a side note, with the fuse fried you can still kick start the bike and the gauges work once fired. The kick start is an interesting design, you must lift the foot peg up which automatically locks into place so the starter lever can pass by it. I was skeptical as to how well it would work but it fired up second kick. It is a great emergency feature but its design makes the electric start system look even better.

Video of crash
Picture of damage
Picture of kick start lever

I did take the time to soften the shocks, and it made a world of difference, but I think I'm going to deflate the front tire down to 3 lbs and see if that will improve the control even more. The chain  is done stretching, I think — at least it hasn't started talking to me again. I think an aftermarket o-ring chain would be something to consider. I was excited to test out the headlight a little but for oblivious reasons couldn't, so that will be a test for a later date. I was very impressed with the way the bike handled on the short distance of single track we traveled. I'm excited to put some serious single track miles behind us and see just how this bike handles on the most complicated trails.

Blog #3

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Mile- 10-17.4

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As you may have guessed by now, by reading previous posts,  I am not an English professor. I am what most people would consider an uneducated college dropout, who for the past few years has muddled around working for himself in various business ventures. Some have been monetarily successful, and others have offered an abundance of autonomy. In my opinion, the latter, would be considered more valuable. It has been said[c] that "time" is the only commodity that cannot be artificially duplicated, and therefore makes it the most valuable. The word uneducated is often used very loosely, meaning someone who doesn't have a college degree. Even though I never finished college, I would not call myself uneducated at all. I would say I am unschooled, or self educated. Self educated actually sounds conceited, so I will give credit where credit is due and call it environmentally educated. The philosophies that make me who I am weren't contrived by me, they were pirated from others more intelligent than I. Lord Coward said to Sherlock Holmes[d] "how terrible is wisdom, when it brings no profit the wise." My only claim to anything I've learned is that I have committed it to memory and tried to live by it. That being said, I've never received higher than a B+ on any paper I have ever written for an English class, therefore, if you want perfect grammar and punctuation, read the World Book encyclopedia, you'll be much more satisfied.

While reading my "about page" you probably thought to yourself,
 this dude was a grandpa in dirt bike years, before he even learned to ride, what on earth can be learned from him? There is no way he is a professional! This is all true, I didn't learn to ride until I was about twenty-one years old, and I'm definitely not a professional. What I do have is a love of riding that I am trying to share with my young family and others. Don't discount what could be a contribution to your education and experience, because of first impressions and your own preconceived notions.

For example, I once worked as a drywall contractor for a middle aged man who I thought didn't have two nickels to rub together, but as I went about trying to get to know him, I learned  how he got to where he was and I learned some fascinating things. To my amazement this man,in his dilapidated truck and  thrift store clothes was a real-life millionaire next door. He was in his early fifties and owned 80 rental units with only 10% having small mortgages. I learned more about business, money, and time management in 30 minutes talking to him than I could have learned in a semester at college, and it didn't cost me a dime, just a half hour of my time. The moral of the story to me, and it may be different for you, is that free advice is sometimes a "you get what you pay for" kind of deal, but other times you hit the jackpot and can learn a lifetime's worth of lessons in whatever short amount of time the giver allows. You may not get everything you are looking for from somebody but you can get something you are looking for from everybody.

A wise friend of mine once said when I first started riding the old XR250 that "if you aren't crashing you aren't getting any better, now go for shit!" Sometimes that's  exactly what I got, but that's what has made me the rider I am today. I may not be able to show you how technical of a trail these bikes can handle because of the level at which I ride, but you will be able to see how much abuse the levers and blinkers can take being smashed on the rocks time and time again.

Enjoy the commentary and the footage, but don't judge the bikes by my incompetent riding or my lack of eloquent writing. Judge them on their ability to be bashed off the rocks, bounced through the bushes and road like a rented mule through the tough back country of the western states.

Video of me tipping it over

So for the first unofficial trail ride, the bike handled really well. It has plenty of ground clearance to step over the rocks and roots,  and plenty of torque in the first three gears to move comfortably over the groomed, as well as the technical, sections of the trail. Since my last bike was a 450 with a
recluse clutch[e], my tendency was to want to ride in an imaginary gear between first and second, and my clutching skills have also deteriorated. I hope as I get more time on this bike I will become reacquainted with the clutch and accustomed to how it pulls to be able  to ride this bike to its full potential.[f]

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Mile 17.4- 33.7

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I've noticed in Idaho, as I ride, that each trail is unique — no two are alike, which to me is a lot like people. Sure some could say that twins look alike and to the casual eye are the same, but I'm betting such a person has never raised a set of twins. Not that I'm an expert or anything on the subject, but we do have identical twin daughters. They look the same but don't be fooled they are complete opposites! This polarization of personal preferences and personality has been the cause of more than one altercation in the ten years they have been part of our family. These fights are often a good reminder that if we were all the same, or perfect, and we didn't have to work to improve,what would be the point of getting out of bed each day? It's the struggle to make ourselves and our lives what we have envisioned for ourselves that makes life worth living!  Just like the loose rocks, roots, and ruts make riding an enjoyable challenge.

“The tree that never had to fight
[g][h]For sun and sky and air and light,
But stood out in the open plain
And always got its share of rain,
Never became a forest king
But lived and died a scrubby thing.

The man who never had to toil to live,
Who never had to win his share
Of sun and sky and light and air,
Never became a manly man
But lived and died as he began.

“Good timber does not grow at ease,
The stronger wind, the stronger trees.
The further sky, the greater length,
The more the storm, the more the strength.

By sun and cold, in rain and snow,
in trees and men good timbers grow.
Where thickest lies the forest growth
We find the patriarchs of both.
And they hold council with the stars
Whose broken branches show the scars
Of many winds and much of strife.
This is the common law of life.”

--Author unknown

With this poem at the back of my mind, this trip I tried something new. I climbed a section of trail that I've never attempted to ride up before(I've ridden down countless times). New bike, new trail, what the hell, and up we went. The bike handled really well, I on the other hand didn't. I tipped over on the way down, and stalled out a handful of times on the way up. I know, how embarrassing! But the rear fender is still attached and the blinkers all accounted for.

Video of tipping over and of climbing rocky section

So for the first real ride the bike handled
good[i]. My only complaints, would be the same I would have with any stock bike, the handlebars need risers and the chain continues to stretch. So after 17 more miles it needs to be adjusted again. I noticed as I bounced over the rocks that instead of absorbing the impact, the front tire would try to wash out, so I think I'll soften the front suspension just a little and I hope that will fix the problem. One feature I hadn't planned on ever using, but works great, is the horn. Cows on the trail were no match for its powerful blast.

Video of horn honking

I wouldn't buy this bike just for the horn but when riding in open range country it's an added bonus. Cows are stubborn creatures and sometimes won't leave the trail without a little coaxing, John Wayne said it best in
The Cowboys,[j][k] "You got to figure you're dealing with the dumbest oneriest critter on God's green earth. The cow is nothing but trouble tied up in a leather bag — and the horse ain't much better."


This sums up almost perfectly why I ride dirt cycles and not horses.

Blog #1

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Mile- 33.7-44.2

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Picture of Krista and I

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For the last two weeks my wife and I have been trying to go on a ride for our weekly date. The first attempt got derailed by projectile vomit coming from everyone at our house at ten-minute intervals for a twenty-four hour period. I think Bill Engvall was onto something when he suggested a baby puke alarm clock. So last Saturday we were determined to go, but the only problem was it was 36 degrees and trying to snow, but with my wife's coaxing we went anyway. The plan was to ride from Roberts to Hamer across the desert, along the wetland, to sand hole station[l] for lunch —  then back. We made it half way and were almost frozen so we enacted plan B and rode back to the car then drove to the old Watson’s bar in Menan that has been converted into a restaurant. I had a burger and my wife had a salad. I'm not a food critic, and for good reason, probably because price plays too heavily into the equation for me. My philosophy is what's the best I can get for less than $10 per person. Therefore when the price exceeds $10 I have a hard time focusing on the flavor and quality of the food because one of the parameters is already out of whack, but that being said I would eat there again.

Sorry I got side tracked by vomit and food, now back to the focus, the bike. Not much to report, because in my mad dash to leave I didn't adjust the shocks or tighten the chain. Although I did notice that both bikes started and ran exceptionally well considering the near freezing temperatures. Other bikes I've owned
in the past[m] haven't been so cold-weather friendly, rather, they have been more of the cold blooded variety.

[a]Can you paste in the link where I can find your blog post once they're  published?

[b]Consider adding this link for reference: https://www.loveandlogic.com/?gclid=CJHmteuvr9QCFQ5EfgodW5MEYw

This has directions for adding links to a google document using different devices including phones.

https://support.google.com/docs/answer/45893?co=GENIE.Platform%3DDesktop&hl=en&oco=1

[c]Source? - Link if you have it.

[d]Source ?  - These don't need to be cited like in a college paper, but it's nice for the reader to be able to go to the source material. At my work when we're writing blogs, we simply insert a link to the web page we found the source material.  I think that would work well for what you're doing in your blogs, too. But it's up to you.

[e]Is this the brand? If so, it should be Rekluse here. https://www.google.com/search?q=recluse+clutch&oq=recluse+clutch&aqs=chrome..69i57.2263j0j1&sourceid=chrome&ie=UTF-8

[f]I'm enjoying reading these blog posts - and learning more about  you and bikes in the process.  I love your voice, and I think I've maintained it throughout the editing. Let me know what you think.

[g]Add the title to the poem, and link it to the source where you found it.

[h]BTW good choice - I've always loved this poem.

[i]Word choice - this is a question of grammar. Correct grammar would be handled well. But many people do say (incorrectly) good.  -- Good should be used as an adjective. as in that was a good ride or I read a good book.  So the editor in me says change it, but it is a part of your voice. :)

[j]Put in a link to the source of the quote.

[k]Actually I did it. :) If you don't like it go ahead and take it out.

[l]If this is the name of a restaurant, town, or specific place it should be capitalized. If it is an area - not necessary.

[m]This is redundant - so you could cut it.