A year not to remember
Posted: September 3rd, 2008, 6:31 pm
300 miles, I think. Maybe 300. Just a fraction of what yrs past use to be. Guess the fellas war right, it does take a long time to heal from a hernia, from a riding standpoint.
Never the less , I got out for about 40 miles over the weekend. My brother was in town, and though it had been some time(like 20 yrs) since he did any serious trail riding, but he wanted to give 'er a go any way.
Got him outfitted in some boots, hockey pads, etc., and put him on the KDX. We decided to take the old lunch run to the Hideaway in Starvation Lake. Things went well down the big ORV route, he had him a spell of trouble thru some of the big sandy turns, but for the most part, he made some pretty good time.
It all changed on the singletrack though. Now the thing I always tell folks that arent that experienced not to knock yourself out, do what you think you can handle, we'll wait. Well, he didn't do too bad to the first stop on the berry ridge. Good yr for the Blackberrys, we had us some good snackin. My bro was havin a good time, doin what folks that DONT ride dirtbikes can't......Get back up there in them woods and see how much different it is than from the car window.
Next stop, Post 3, he said he was starting to get the feel. We give him some good pointers, warned him about some hazardous areas ahead, and made on our way. Somewhere between Post 3 and Post 4, the bike got some squirrely on him, and he ends up with a broken foot.
Not just your average broken foot at that, he gets to have surgery this friday.
I got to give him credit, though. We got to the bar, had a quick bite, and made haste towards the north end of the orv route. The poor bastard was hurtin some fierce, but we run that last 19 miles back to the house at a decent clip
His wife tells him no more dirtbikin, he says bullshit.
You know, that sumbitch was pissin and moanin saturday afternoon that hwe didn't want to go back downstate and to work on tuesday, careful how ya get your wish, I reckon.
O well, I thought he'd get his ass kicked when he finally decided to try one of the big dogs, but the pup turned out to be the one that used him up.
Never the less , I got out for about 40 miles over the weekend. My brother was in town, and though it had been some time(like 20 yrs) since he did any serious trail riding, but he wanted to give 'er a go any way.
Got him outfitted in some boots, hockey pads, etc., and put him on the KDX. We decided to take the old lunch run to the Hideaway in Starvation Lake. Things went well down the big ORV route, he had him a spell of trouble thru some of the big sandy turns, but for the most part, he made some pretty good time.
It all changed on the singletrack though. Now the thing I always tell folks that arent that experienced not to knock yourself out, do what you think you can handle, we'll wait. Well, he didn't do too bad to the first stop on the berry ridge. Good yr for the Blackberrys, we had us some good snackin. My bro was havin a good time, doin what folks that DONT ride dirtbikes can't......Get back up there in them woods and see how much different it is than from the car window.
Next stop, Post 3, he said he was starting to get the feel. We give him some good pointers, warned him about some hazardous areas ahead, and made on our way. Somewhere between Post 3 and Post 4, the bike got some squirrely on him, and he ends up with a broken foot.
Not just your average broken foot at that, he gets to have surgery this friday.
I got to give him credit, though. We got to the bar, had a quick bite, and made haste towards the north end of the orv route. The poor bastard was hurtin some fierce, but we run that last 19 miles back to the house at a decent clip
His wife tells him no more dirtbikin, he says bullshit.
You know, that sumbitch was pissin and moanin saturday afternoon that hwe didn't want to go back downstate and to work on tuesday, careful how ya get your wish, I reckon.
O well, I thought he'd get his ass kicked when he finally decided to try one of the big dogs, but the pup turned out to be the one that used him up.