14 to 3 is not 2:46
A few additions and beyond what Don experienced. Trees surround the parking lot and that means you are in the woods. By adding a ‘y’ you come up with someone who couldn’t be there and also someone to talk about. At an informal, no one preaching, gathering of riders, it was heard – “I’ve never met Woodsy”. A few more comments and the laughs to go with them can’t be beat for a better way to start a day of riding. Thank you for the inspiration Woodsy, even though you were far away and forgot your lunch. Don, to draw so many riders with a simple post is better than being told you’re so bad you can’t even draw flies.
At an early rest/catch up stop, Don informed me that I had roosted him on a section of two track. Although I knew he was somewhere behind me, it was news to me that it had occurred and when do I use that much throttle so suddenly. Let’s just say a request was fulfilled.
After crossing the Pine River and getting on Woodsy’s Beloved Boon Trail, it is a different world for as many reasons as you care to think of. There is an aura of sorts for now it is single track headed north, no loop present. The choice is to retrace your tracks or have an adventure returning as best you know how. This is the polite way of saying – getting lost.
Bob headed south from Boon with Matt and Daryl, as he wanted to do some Go Park Somewhere work. It would be in the Caberfee area to chase down some two tracks. They can fill in their own account as the majority of eight went north to experience the BS – Boon Syndrome.
North of M-115 the now majority of seven enjoyed the new trail that is established but far from worn out. It didn’t take long for me to get hung up or go down three times in rather short order. Rick was behind me and gave a welcome helping hand. At a two track stop, the decision to head back was made but which way took a little discussion. Rick and Jim had helped put in that new trail so knew something about what went where. Rick volunteered he knew how to get us lost and left in the lead, with his right shoulder to the sun. This system came to a halt at a gate, fence and dire warnings. It was time to put the left shoulder to the sun and even out the sunburn. After a few more turns here and there, we did get out to a gravel road. Now Trevor’s tire was low again, so after pumping it up, he took off to get as far as possible and not stop any more. He’ll have to explain his part; we were now the majority of six.
When we got back to M-115, Rick switched bikes with his son Richie and we picked up snowmobile trail 37 heading south. At the junction to Boon, Rick and Ward decided to go in for gas, so I went on to tell the others what was going on. At the next stop sign the four of us simply waited until the two returned. Once again, we’re off and running. That should be just the 975 combination of Ward and Dave’s bikes, as they went out of sight in a hurry. How much of a hurry? Missed a left turn completely. All we could see were tire tracks moving out on a mission – in the wrong direction. While waiting to see if they would come back, Jim in essence asked if this was a normal Boon ride. The simple answer is, yes. Little did any of us know what was coming. If my sucker was as rotten as thought by some, I would put – to be continued – and go play elsewhere. Since Rick had the most gas, in the bikes tank, he went to see if they might be waiting up ahead somewhere. Not so. The majority of four made the decision to keep going on trail 37 and make the best of it. After a while I noticed four tracks ahead of Jim, who was leading. My guess is that two of them had to be the 975 duo. I’ll take another guess while I’m at it. I spotted where two bike tracks had made a quick stop on the right side of the road and a four-wheeled vehicle had stopped and backed up on the opposite side. If two riders have to ask for verification or directions, it is synonymous with lost.
We were doing OK, making good time and in familiar territory south of M-55. The riding order was Jim, Richie, myself and Rick. At the jog crossing 10 Mile Rd. things are in order but when I get to State Rd. and look back for Rick, he doesn’t show up. Richie and Jim stop up ahead and after a minute goes by I know something is wrong, make a 180 and go back. I find him walking the Yamaha with the motor locked tight. Out comes the towrope and we’re under way. We meet Richie who had to wonder why neither of us had shown up. At State Rd. Richie gets to stay with the bike while the majority of three heads for the lot. It takes us about half an hour flying down the route and we pull in at 8 PM.
Had it not been for a parental decision, Richie would have been one of the majority of three. But it was also the bike he started on that didn’t make it. As such, I say Jim, Rick and I are the majority that finished the ride. Are there any additions or corrections?
So the day ends after ten hours out on the trails covering 102.5 miles in 6 hours of ride time. Rick heads east to State Rd., Jim heads north to color Easter eggs and I head for the Dream Catcher.
Special to Don Marsh - Leaving your card makes it a business call, which makes the trip costs a deduction. If you need help with this, contact Judge MWeissen. He knows how to work bribes very well.
Young Ted