there was something wrong with the chicken...............we ate sunday night. most of the boys came down with something so bad they had to call into work and let their bosses know that they wouldnt be there. ol dr. mx547 had the prescription to fix up the heartland spodes though. he prescribed a full day of motocross to heal what ails us. we werent about to go against doctors orders so we loaded up the trucks once again and headed out.
we got there at 900am and there were already some people there. thump, txbigguy, twinspar and other drns. we quickly signed in and geared up. the track design was really cool with a good assortment of obstacles. the corners were prepped and everybody was having fun.
justql and big lou were battling in the whoops. mx547 was testing the big double. i was having fun in the doubles section. bswift was railing around everywhere. twinspar was doing everything on that pretty yamaha. zero was showing us the fast way around the place. the kids started on the little track till the fast guys took a break. we sat around and met some others that were a little late in getting there.
the winds of badlands started to blow cold...........a sort of voodoo set in. i think it was bad mojo. txbigguy brought a friend who looped out on a really steep tabletop and fell down the opposite side. he was real slow in getting up. bswift threw his bike down and waved off riders. mx547 and me were by the flagstand and were waving riders off the track. it had been a few min. and we still didnt know the status of the downed rider. we made our way across the track. then we did something really stupid.....we stopped in a LZ(landing zone). we heard a yell and i looked up in time to see the bottom of a cr250 coming right for me. mx was just enough ahead of me that the bike missed him but not me. zero(drner) is an accomplished intermediate and he wasnt playing on this jump. he had no chance of knowing we were there(takeoff leaves you blind for the landing). he yelled and i knew it was going to get me. zero was trying to position the bike away from me. i leaped forward but got tagged in the back, hip and calf and felt damn lucky. zero rode it out briefly but eventually went down. we ran over to him and begged forgiveness. no serious bike damage( tweaked the fork alignment) and he was shaken up. i got quiet and was thanking my angels. the original crash was cleared up. the rider got his bell rung pretty good.
the voodoo thickens........... we are sitting around the trucks and one of the northtexas smackpack guys(somebody help me here) was doing this little triple in front of us. he landed it but bounced off the seat and grabbed a handful of throttle which sent him flying over a large bermed corner. the procession ended in a chain link fence. not pretty :( there was some anxious moments. lots of agony gave way to moving limbs which was a good sign. we got him up and into a chair but there was lots of pain in the lower leg and hip. we loaded him up and the guy who got his bell rung earlier went with him to the hospital. at this point i dont know the severity of the injuries to either rider. someone please post if they know. quote of the day did come from the rider taking out the fence. in his best agony face with 20 of us standing over him he said " i shoulda went to work today" :)
our new ktm buddies from muenster show up. they said they had been driving around for awhile trying to find the track. these guys had no track experience but within an hour you would of never guessed that. one of em on a 520sx(set up for woods mind you) is doing all of the doubles and one of the triples. simply amazing. he has promised us some riding on private stuff whooo hooo :)
the voodoo continues though. it started affecting the bikes now. first it was thumps yz4stroke(siezed and that was that). next justql was on the track with his gasgas and it just quit. something on the inside went away :( i think it was planned destuction so he can get the latest and greatest of gas gas two wheel fun.
we wind down in the pit hanging out. the owner of badlands is one great guy. he did everything he could to accomodate us and was great to hang around with. ive met so many people in the last three days that i forgot his name. one by one we started loading up. im beginning to feel the aches and pains of the last two days riding and reach for the ibuprofin. the heartland bunch leaves the track to make their way home.
things ive learned on this three day junket
1. confirms my belief that motorcyclist are the best people
2. food and motorcycles do go together
3. xr70s can go forever on one tank of gas
4. spending time with my young one is always good
5. life is good
post script.
to all of those i forgot to mention, im sorry. the days were a blur and there were so many people. im old and stutter on my own phone number. to those of you i didnt get to meet.....hi how ya doin? with us never strangers.......just friends we havent met. this is my take on the weekend. i am sure there are more "stories" and "memories" out there. please post em. thanks to big lou and anyone who documented all of this with film. ive gotta go.......my ibuprofen is wearing off. ;)
we got there at 900am and there were already some people there. thump, txbigguy, twinspar and other drns. we quickly signed in and geared up. the track design was really cool with a good assortment of obstacles. the corners were prepped and everybody was having fun.
justql and big lou were battling in the whoops. mx547 was testing the big double. i was having fun in the doubles section. bswift was railing around everywhere. twinspar was doing everything on that pretty yamaha. zero was showing us the fast way around the place. the kids started on the little track till the fast guys took a break. we sat around and met some others that were a little late in getting there.
the winds of badlands started to blow cold...........a sort of voodoo set in. i think it was bad mojo. txbigguy brought a friend who looped out on a really steep tabletop and fell down the opposite side. he was real slow in getting up. bswift threw his bike down and waved off riders. mx547 and me were by the flagstand and were waving riders off the track. it had been a few min. and we still didnt know the status of the downed rider. we made our way across the track. then we did something really stupid.....we stopped in a LZ(landing zone). we heard a yell and i looked up in time to see the bottom of a cr250 coming right for me. mx was just enough ahead of me that the bike missed him but not me. zero(drner) is an accomplished intermediate and he wasnt playing on this jump. he had no chance of knowing we were there(takeoff leaves you blind for the landing). he yelled and i knew it was going to get me. zero was trying to position the bike away from me. i leaped forward but got tagged in the back, hip and calf and felt damn lucky. zero rode it out briefly but eventually went down. we ran over to him and begged forgiveness. no serious bike damage( tweaked the fork alignment) and he was shaken up. i got quiet and was thanking my angels. the original crash was cleared up. the rider got his bell rung pretty good.
the voodoo thickens........... we are sitting around the trucks and one of the northtexas smackpack guys(somebody help me here) was doing this little triple in front of us. he landed it but bounced off the seat and grabbed a handful of throttle which sent him flying over a large bermed corner. the procession ended in a chain link fence. not pretty :( there was some anxious moments. lots of agony gave way to moving limbs which was a good sign. we got him up and into a chair but there was lots of pain in the lower leg and hip. we loaded him up and the guy who got his bell rung earlier went with him to the hospital. at this point i dont know the severity of the injuries to either rider. someone please post if they know. quote of the day did come from the rider taking out the fence. in his best agony face with 20 of us standing over him he said " i shoulda went to work today" :)
our new ktm buddies from muenster show up. they said they had been driving around for awhile trying to find the track. these guys had no track experience but within an hour you would of never guessed that. one of em on a 520sx(set up for woods mind you) is doing all of the doubles and one of the triples. simply amazing. he has promised us some riding on private stuff whooo hooo :)
the voodoo continues though. it started affecting the bikes now. first it was thumps yz4stroke(siezed and that was that). next justql was on the track with his gasgas and it just quit. something on the inside went away :( i think it was planned destuction so he can get the latest and greatest of gas gas two wheel fun.
we wind down in the pit hanging out. the owner of badlands is one great guy. he did everything he could to accomodate us and was great to hang around with. ive met so many people in the last three days that i forgot his name. one by one we started loading up. im beginning to feel the aches and pains of the last two days riding and reach for the ibuprofin. the heartland bunch leaves the track to make their way home.
things ive learned on this three day junket
1. confirms my belief that motorcyclist are the best people
2. food and motorcycles do go together
3. xr70s can go forever on one tank of gas
4. spending time with my young one is always good
5. life is good
post script.
to all of those i forgot to mention, im sorry. the days were a blur and there were so many people. im old and stutter on my own phone number. to those of you i didnt get to meet.....hi how ya doin? with us never strangers.......just friends we havent met. this is my take on the weekend. i am sure there are more "stories" and "memories" out there. please post em. thanks to big lou and anyone who documented all of this with film. ive gotta go.......my ibuprofen is wearing off. ;)
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