mxbundy
Sponsoring Member
Wow,
Dont know where to begin on this one.
First let me say what a good guy Brettr is, not only did he invite me into his trailer out of the cold and rain, but his girlfriend made us both breakfest.:) :)
Well the day started off with that cold liquid sunshine coming down,but that was ok for it would make for some awesome riding later.
We had a count of 17 riders on this ride, at least at the start. Started off with some fast fun open desert riding, just roosting around the bushes while we made our way up to the trail head.
Almost imediatly, the trail turned from fast to slow and slick, rocky and steep. Every thing you love and hate about socal desert riding.
This first climb showed us just what the rest of the day was gonna be like as many a rider lost traction and balance on the steep wet slick rock.
We went on for about 20 miles or so stoping at several good hill climbs to give those with the nads to give them a shot.
Bret and I entertained ourselfs by busting out new trails every chance we got. You could see the conga line of riders far out in the distance so we would go down a totally different ridge line with no trail and meet them at the bottom, great fun!:p
After a while Brett took over at point and lead us out to some sandy hill climbs, kinda like the ones at Phelan, just not as tall.
And then we were off on the most fun trails of the day. Sandy, whoops, alot of elevation changes and 4th and 5th gear straights.
But this would be my undoing. With brettr at the point we where riping along at a good pace when disaster struck. I was right behind a friend of bretts who was on a 520 exc, i guess I was looking for a pass on him when I aparently threw it away.:(
I dont even remember what happened, all i know is that apparently I hit a rock, launched, and hit so hard it knocked me unconcious for a few minutes. All I know is that i woke up laying flat on my back with someones fanny pack under my head. I didnt know who I was , where I was at, or who all these guys where that where asking me how I was. Man I was out of it. After a few more minutes the fog slowly lifted and I started to recoginize some faces. I was finally able to sit up and eventually stand. Every body warned me not look at my bike but i had too. Wish I hadent. Man it was wasted, trashed sub frame, mangled pipe, torn off side panels, mangeled fenders and bent protapers. Not too mention a helment with half the left side ground off and a ripoed and torn enduro jacket. With everyones help I managed to make it back to camp and get loaded. I had a 2 hr drive home and I had make it by myself, everyone else was camping the whole weekend.
The wife freaked out and made me go straight to the hospital, afew hours in the waiting room and a cat scan and x-rays later I finnally made home by about 1 am.
Just want to say thanks to Brettr and his crew for all the help and I hope you guys let me go out with you all again.
later mxbundy
Dont know where to begin on this one.
First let me say what a good guy Brettr is, not only did he invite me into his trailer out of the cold and rain, but his girlfriend made us both breakfest.:) :)
Well the day started off with that cold liquid sunshine coming down,but that was ok for it would make for some awesome riding later.
We had a count of 17 riders on this ride, at least at the start. Started off with some fast fun open desert riding, just roosting around the bushes while we made our way up to the trail head.
Almost imediatly, the trail turned from fast to slow and slick, rocky and steep. Every thing you love and hate about socal desert riding.
This first climb showed us just what the rest of the day was gonna be like as many a rider lost traction and balance on the steep wet slick rock.
We went on for about 20 miles or so stoping at several good hill climbs to give those with the nads to give them a shot.
Bret and I entertained ourselfs by busting out new trails every chance we got. You could see the conga line of riders far out in the distance so we would go down a totally different ridge line with no trail and meet them at the bottom, great fun!:p
After a while Brett took over at point and lead us out to some sandy hill climbs, kinda like the ones at Phelan, just not as tall.
And then we were off on the most fun trails of the day. Sandy, whoops, alot of elevation changes and 4th and 5th gear straights.
But this would be my undoing. With brettr at the point we where riping along at a good pace when disaster struck. I was right behind a friend of bretts who was on a 520 exc, i guess I was looking for a pass on him when I aparently threw it away.:(
I dont even remember what happened, all i know is that apparently I hit a rock, launched, and hit so hard it knocked me unconcious for a few minutes. All I know is that i woke up laying flat on my back with someones fanny pack under my head. I didnt know who I was , where I was at, or who all these guys where that where asking me how I was. Man I was out of it. After a few more minutes the fog slowly lifted and I started to recoginize some faces. I was finally able to sit up and eventually stand. Every body warned me not look at my bike but i had too. Wish I hadent. Man it was wasted, trashed sub frame, mangled pipe, torn off side panels, mangeled fenders and bent protapers. Not too mention a helment with half the left side ground off and a ripoed and torn enduro jacket. With everyones help I managed to make it back to camp and get loaded. I had a 2 hr drive home and I had make it by myself, everyone else was camping the whole weekend.
The wife freaked out and made me go straight to the hospital, afew hours in the waiting room and a cat scan and x-rays later I finnally made home by about 1 am.
Just want to say thanks to Brettr and his crew for all the help and I hope you guys let me go out with you all again.
later mxbundy
