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WoodsChick <TamiRowell RemoveThis @msn.com> wrote:
> On Jan 1, 11:13 am, HardWorkingDog <har... RemoveThis @mush.man> wrote:
> > Wish me luck...my new schedule only allows riding on national
> > holidays, I guess. The last ride was July 4th.
>
> Yikes! Well, you're in luck if state holidays are included. We've got
> MLK Day in January, plus President's Day in February.
>
> Oh, good luck and have fun!
> I'll be anxiously awaiting the ride report.
OK, you asked for it, here goes:
Even though dirt bikes remain the one part of my life that keeps me
charged up, I just haven't been able to ride or wrench with as much
obsession as I would like. I have some other goals to accomplish that
are pushing this out, son has taken up another sport which entails
lots of weekends sitting in gyms in god-forsaken parts of the farmland
of interior California, and my mother is in the middle stages of aging
related dementia (Alzheimer's for all intents). I promised myself I
wouldn't allow myself to partake the pleasure of dirt biking again
until I'd put these other things into some semblance of control.
I guess, at this point, especially with my mother, the time
constraints are only going to get worse. I woke up this morning and my
will to do the right thing was simply overcome--there was nothing I
wanted more than to go riding. I had to finish configuring the
wireless gateway that daughter #2 had been given by boyfriend. Got
that out of the way, finally (I know way more about WPA2 encryption
now than I really want to), and out to the garage.
A quick check of the air filters (still tacky after 6 months in the
cool dark garage air), chain lube (sprayed some green Motul dirt
stuff), air pressure (all 4 tires at about 1 psi, pumped em to 13).
Everything looked OK, even though they were still dusty from our July
4th ride. I ashamed to admit I'd never even hosed them off, usually a
job I look forward to the day after a ride. I was worried about the
stale gas. Last August I'd bought some legendary Yamaha carb cleaner
and a quart of Sta-bil in preparation for my self-imposed riding
exile, but both bottles were still on the shelf, unopened. The last
thing I wanted was to load up, drive the 45 minutes and gear up, only
to find the bikes were gummed up and wouldn't run, so son and I
decided to see if they'd run before we began loading. My bike normally
will start from cold on the 3rd kick. After 6 months in the garage,
with absolutely NO effort to preserve the fuel, the 99 YZ started on
the 5th kick, the 07 on the 3rd.
Ah, the sweet smell of a 2-stroke dirt bike's exhaust...
The only thing I noticed was that the forks on the 99 seemed just
slightly tweaked out of alignment. I vaguely recalled dumping the bike
once last July, but at this point I was in too much of a hurry, and I
figured if it bothered me during the day I could always loosent the
triple clamp bolts and realign it there.
We wound up getting to Carnegie OHV park about 1:30 pm, and it was
packed! I like getting there on the late side, because most people are
worn out by then and despite the crowds the trails are fairly empty.
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I was expecting near perfect conditions because we'd had 3-4 days of
rain, and then 3 days of dry weather. Sure enough it WAS perfect. A
little bit of dust on the mx track and on the higher south hills, and
traction EVERYWHERE! No mud, just tacky, damp dirt with the occasional
bits of rock and gravel. Sunny, 45-50°F, breezy but not bad. The worst
problem I had was my sunglasses fogging up...
We were both a little cautious for the first half hour riding, if you
can ever call a 17 year old with a full quota of invincibility
hormones cautious, because it had been so long since our last ride. We
shared a bag of Cheetos and that steadied our nerves.
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But after a few runs over the trails and the track, we were ready to
go. We headed up into the trails--Los Osos, Ridge, Happiness Valley,
and the Dead trio--Dead Bird, Dead Pig, and Dead Cow. It was blast.
Other than getting tired too quickly I felt pretty comfortable pushing
myself and the bike. Although, as son pointed out, it probably just
FELT like we were pushing it because we were so out of shape.
I dunno. It felt good, anyway. We decided to tackle some of the hill
climbs. It's fun, because you sit there, staring at the huge MONSTER
of a hill. It looks literally like a beast, daring you to take a run,
I can feel the hill getting ready to reach out and swat me down. Then,
watching son pummel the hill, I take off.
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Halfway up I realize--hey I've got it made, I crest the top, and
realize that was nuthin', really.
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We worked our way around the northwest section, gaining more and more
confidence. The bikes were just eating up everything. Need a bit more
power--just roll on a bit more throttle. Tires were grabbing, didn't
need any clutch.
We met up with some people son knew, and we decided to tackle the hill
above...the Water Tower.
Now the Water Tower hill has been haunting me for some time. I'd tried
climbing it once in early summer a year and a half ago, and it had
swatted me down before I'd gotten even halfway up. It has a tricky
little double angled slope, and we'd been eyeing each other ever
since. Our group sat there, staring. Finally, son took off without a
word. His bike growling, spitting, climbing until he was just a speck
on the hill, and finally a little triumphant blip as he crested what
must have been a little lip at the top and flew over, successful. Damn!
I waited for him to ride back around the top and back down the side to
get a report. Sure dad, no problem you can do it. Just keep up on the
tank. I put it into second, and off I went. I made it over the first
slope, bike absorbing the jolts perfectly, and now I was in new
territory, climbing, climbing, climbing. I could see the top! I had
it in the bag. When suddenly I saw what had caused son to give that
little blip and sail into the air. The route I was on was taking me
into a 3 feet deep channel with an almost vertical lip at the top.
Brain goes into blubbery jello mode, I tense my arms, bike starts to
move toward the left side of the channel, and the next thing I know
I'm on my back, head pointed downhill, bike on top of me. DAMN! I was
10' from the top. I was so close I could taste it.
It took me some time to get everything headed downhill, but eventually
I managed it and rode back down. Talk about embarrassing...oh well, it
gave everyone something to talk about on the way home, I'm sure.
And I've got another encounter with the Water Tower hill in my future.
We rode a bit more after that, a few more circuits of the mx track.
The park has really improved the condition of the track. There's now a
nice combination of moderately sloped jumps and tables that allow
ground huggers like me to have fun, while still allowing a challenge
for the flyboys.
As we packed up son was tying down my bike in the truck when I heard
him yell out Dad--you're top triple clamp bolts are loose. DAMN!! Sure
enough, last May I'd repacked the steering head, and in the process
had managed to leave all 4 pinch bolts that hold the top triple clamp
to the forks finger tight. And now, they were in various stages of
backing themselves right out. I think the only reason they hadn't
fallen out was because the number plate has a rolled edge that wraps
around and served as a stop. Who needs safety wire, I've got a safety
number plate.
Sheez. Now that was REALLY embarrassing. And it explains why I'd
noticed earlier that my forks were tweaked. Good thing I ride like an
old man...
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--
Charles
'99 YZ250
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