- Nov 22, 2000
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I met Lemming and KDXFile at Chandler Mountain MX Park in Steele, AL today for some moto practice. I knew it would be a good day when I arrived on time, but blew past the entrance to the 'park' and spent a few minutes backtracking.
Further proof of an imminent good day came when we had a chat with the track official. She was evidently related to the owners of the 'park'. (Daughtersister? AuntMom?) Our conversation went something like this:
Sis: "We're asking y'all if y'all want to start paying $15 per day for practice for a nice groomed track, or if y'all would rather ride when it's dusty and rough."
Us: "Huh?"
Sis: "What I mean is. . .would y'all rather pay $15 a day so we can rent a generator and water the track on practice days, or would ya rather pay $10? We'll disc it up nice and pretty too."
Us: (Exchanging glances) "Uhhh, sure, water would be great."
Evidently there ain't no 'lectricity on the mountain yet. At first glance, the 'park' is quite rustic, with plank fencing and a couple of waferboard shacks. Upon closer inspection, the place is a real dump. They have races here? :)
After KDXFile showed up, we filed out onto the track. My initial impression was "Wow! This place sucks!" , but as as I put more laps in, I started getting into the groove of riding in deep sand. It was actually a lot of fun after 3 or 4 laps.
I managed to ride 15 laps (or more) and had a pretty good ride. I may even hit the next race there.
Lemming called it a day after . . .um, let's call it 'equipment failure', and Mark left shortly after. I decided to hang around for a little while, and started practicing stoppies. There's a field below the track, and it was perfect for stoppies. I pulled three or four decent ones, and then it happened.
I got the rear wheel a little too high, and when I cracked open the throttle to try to get it down, the motor backfired and I went over the bars. It was like slow motion as I watched the bike do a perfect endo and land upside down. I managed to get away from the bike as it fell, and then sat up so I could check it out. It was sitting on the ground. . .upside down, and it was still idling! I jumped up and looked around. . .nobody saw it! Sweet! It would definitely have made the highlight reel. The bars were in an RC Lowrider position, and all my levers were a little goofy, but there was no real damage. (Except to my pride.)
I decided to call it a day at that point. :) I felt dumber than a bag of hammers, but I'm smart enough to know when to quit.
I'm waiting for a damage report from Lemming. His GG250 locked up as he jumped a double. :scream:
Further proof of an imminent good day came when we had a chat with the track official. She was evidently related to the owners of the 'park'. (Daughtersister? AuntMom?) Our conversation went something like this:
Sis: "We're asking y'all if y'all want to start paying $15 per day for practice for a nice groomed track, or if y'all would rather ride when it's dusty and rough."
Us: "Huh?"
Sis: "What I mean is. . .would y'all rather pay $15 a day so we can rent a generator and water the track on practice days, or would ya rather pay $10? We'll disc it up nice and pretty too."
Us: (Exchanging glances) "Uhhh, sure, water would be great."
Evidently there ain't no 'lectricity on the mountain yet. At first glance, the 'park' is quite rustic, with plank fencing and a couple of waferboard shacks. Upon closer inspection, the place is a real dump. They have races here? :)
After KDXFile showed up, we filed out onto the track. My initial impression was "Wow! This place sucks!" , but as as I put more laps in, I started getting into the groove of riding in deep sand. It was actually a lot of fun after 3 or 4 laps.
I managed to ride 15 laps (or more) and had a pretty good ride. I may even hit the next race there.
Lemming called it a day after . . .um, let's call it 'equipment failure', and Mark left shortly after. I decided to hang around for a little while, and started practicing stoppies. There's a field below the track, and it was perfect for stoppies. I pulled three or four decent ones, and then it happened.
I got the rear wheel a little too high, and when I cracked open the throttle to try to get it down, the motor backfired and I went over the bars. It was like slow motion as I watched the bike do a perfect endo and land upside down. I managed to get away from the bike as it fell, and then sat up so I could check it out. It was sitting on the ground. . .upside down, and it was still idling! I jumped up and looked around. . .nobody saw it! Sweet! It would definitely have made the highlight reel. The bars were in an RC Lowrider position, and all my levers were a little goofy, but there was no real damage. (Except to my pride.)
I decided to call it a day at that point. :) I felt dumber than a bag of hammers, but I'm smart enough to know when to quit.
I'm waiting for a damage report from Lemming. His GG250 locked up as he jumped a double. :scream:
