Hi Kadie,
Skippy here, I gotta type this quick. Yzman is napping on the couch and If he finds me in the house, on the Internet he is gonna be mad.
For those of you that dont know me. Hi, I am Yzman400's bike Skippy. I am a 2004 CRF250X. Nice to meat ya 's
Kadie I just had to drop ya a line and tell ya about the incredible morning that I just had. There I was all snuggled in my room when someone opened the door and woke me up. I poked my head (light) out the door squinting my eye against the morning light to see what was going on. I looked around and realized that I was in a parking lot. A dirt parking lot. HEY I am in a staging area!! Yipee!
I rolled out of the trailer, and as the morning sleep fog clears my valves I take a quick look around and confirm, yep this is a staging area all right. I was at Cedar Creek! I soon realized that there was no one else here. What time is it anyways? Ohh no wonder no is here it is 7:00am. But still. The sky is blue, the temps are cool, how can anyone sleep when it is this nice outside. Were are all my friends? Were is Inca??? Were is Kadie? I don’t understand. We arnt going riding alone again are we. Yzman knows better than to do that. Doesn’t he?
I finally see Yzman stumbling around with a big cup of coffee in his hand trying to clear the sleep crusties outta his eyes. Eventually he gets enough of that nasty coffee (I prefer 92 octane myself) in him to get his motor running and he heads into the trailer to get his gear on. I shake my head and chuckle as he realizes that he forgot his ridding sox and has to wear his short gym sox. Ya know I am always ready to ride but him I don’t know about….Shessh.
Note to self. Ask Yzman not to store his stinky boots in my room. The smell is clogging up my intake.
So anyways with his gear on he finally notices me waiting patiently along side the trailer. He comes over and proceeds to fuel me up, check my oil and a top it off, and finally lube my chain. He hasn’t checked my chain in forever. He claims that he was out of chain lube (but I think he is just lazy)
Now Kadie I gotta ask ya something. Why does my rider still call himself Yzman? I mean I realize that he used to ride that infernal “Blue bike” that I share my room with, and still has a soft spot for it. But I am not a YZ I am a CRFX. Why cant he change his name to something like X-Man or X-Yzman. Something, anything but Yzman. I am not a jealous bike by nature but when he rubs it in my face like that…….
So he climbs on thumbs my “Magic button” and I clear dust outta my pipe with a bark. How is it that he always knows what buttons to push to get my motor running? After a short warm up he clicks me into gear, eases out the clutch and heads out on the trail at around 7:45am.
We were out here just 2 weeks ago and the trail was in horrible shape. The entire trail was wooped out. I didn’t mind all that much but I think he was having troubles with it. But today as we headed out onto the North Loop riding clockwise I quickly realize that something has changed out here since the last time we were out. The woops weren’t nearly as big. Someone had been out here with a trail groomer! I can see the smile on Yzman’s face as he realized this also. I could tell he was still a little cold and creaky from the early start so I took it easy on him for a while till he warmed up. I could actually feel him shiver once or twice from the cool morning breeze going through his thin jersey. But he warmed up quickly and we settled into a nice easy pace running along in 3rd or 4th gear.
We came out of a pine section, cross a 2-track and into a small section of woops only to come to a sliding halt to look at something in the trail. It was a skid plate. An aluminum one. Probably off of one of those goofy KTM’s. They are always loosing there parts. Ya know I actually seen one out on the trail with silver duct tape on it holding its bolts in place. How embarrassing. Yzman picked it up and stuffed it behind my headlight and continued on. I think he was gonna try to drop it off at the staging area when we got back with hopes that its owner would come looking for it, but it kept bouncing around so much that he eventually ditched it and left it at an intersection were the trails crossed a 2-track. So if anyone lost there skid plate out there I know were it is. Just call (231) 773-2627 and ask for Skippy.
We zip along and eventually come to a down tree in the trail. This is the same tree that we encountered 2 weeks ago. Yzman made a mental note of its location and we continue on. I think he was thinking about going back with the truck and chain saw, as it is right off a 2-track. But as we continued on we encountered 2 more downed trees right before the small bypass trail cuts back in. We head out only to find tree after tree down. It wasn’t all that big of a deal for me to ride around them though. I would of liked to try ridding over a few of them but Yzman doesn’t really like jumping over the big ones and since he is in control what can I do. I think eventually he gave up on he notion of cutting the trees out as there were so many of them. There must have been some storm that came thru here.
As we happily skip down the trail Yzman rides along going from lugging my down low to downshifting and letting me bounce my valves off my rev limiter. Man that feels good.
Eventually we got back to the staging area expecting to see it busy with folk getting ready to ride, but it was still empty. What is the deal? It isn’t hunting season yet. Were is everyone. I could tell X-yzman was feeling pretty good cause he crossed the parking lot without stopping and headed right into the south loop running counterclockwise. This section of trail didn’t look like it had been groomed yet. The woops were deeper here. But we didn’t mind and just attacked them harder. I like it when we ride hard, is that wrong??? We rode along without much incident and made it back to the parking lot by 9:00am. And can you believe it there still was no one there.
But just as we stopped to take a break another truck and trailer pulled in with a yz250 and CR85. Yz wandered over to great our new visitors and give them a trail update. He left me at the truck and ignored me. I wanted to meet them also… Eventually he brought me over to and we waited for them to get ready. It looked like we were going to go back out with them. Cool! Ridding buddies. But just then another truck rolled in with a WR426 and one of those KTM smokers. So yzman wanders over to chat with them. He is becoming quite the chatty one when there is a dirtbiker in the area. They talk for a little but outta my earshot. Eventually they come over and one of the new guys starts checking me out.
Now Kadie I need your advise. You are more seasoned than I, and have a few more miles under your tires than I. This is my 1st year ridding after all. But all these people touching me and sitting on me and taking test rides on me. What should I do about that. I mean I am a one rider bike after all. Its kinda strange with all these people oogling over me. But actually I really don’t mind all the attention. I kinda like it. Is that bad?
So now it looks like we are going to go out with these 2 new guys on the WR and KTM. The other 2 guys on the YZ and CR take off without us. We wait patiently as they try to get that KTM started. Darn 2-strokes anyway. Eventually it roared to life with a cloud of smoke…Cough cough. We headed back out on the South loop again going clockwise. Yzman was feeling good and he was letting me sing. I think he may have been trying to impress the new guys with our speed and finesse. It quickly became apparent that these new guys wouldn’t be able to keep up. We stopped at the 1st 2-track crossing to chat and then dove back in. Last we saw of them was at the turn off for the cross connector. We decided that at least with them behind us there would be someone there to pick up our pieces if Yzman did something stupid. We put our heads down and charged on determined to catch the other 2 riders that were in front of us (Yz and Cr) We started counting downed trees as we went this time. Finding a total of 12 major trees that needed chain saw work to remove. The trail ended entirely too quick and we found ourselves back at the parking lot around 10:15am. The guys on the yz and cr must of just got back before us. A few minutes latter the other 2 fella’s on the WR and KTM rolled in. And I thought they were slow. As we shout out a hi to them they announce that the KTM had shed a bolt and they took the connector and cut out ½ of the south loop so they could hit the truck for repairs. I couldn’t help think “they took the cuttoff and we rode the entire loop and we still beet them back”.
We loaded up the trailer made a beeline for home. We would of liked to stay a little longer but Yzman’s wife wanted to go to the farmers market and we were running late already. As we rolled in at 11:00am I thought we were done for. But it turns out that she had just woke up and all was well.
Now I think I gotta get yzman up off the couch and outside to change my oil and clean my filters. We are heading to the U.P. next week and we need to be in tip top shape.
Well Kadie that is my day. One of these days I just know you will be back out amongst us ripping and roostin thru the trails. Until then.
Your little buddy:
Skippy.
Skippy here, I gotta type this quick. Yzman is napping on the couch and If he finds me in the house, on the Internet he is gonna be mad.
For those of you that dont know me. Hi, I am Yzman400's bike Skippy. I am a 2004 CRF250X. Nice to meat ya 's
Kadie I just had to drop ya a line and tell ya about the incredible morning that I just had. There I was all snuggled in my room when someone opened the door and woke me up. I poked my head (light) out the door squinting my eye against the morning light to see what was going on. I looked around and realized that I was in a parking lot. A dirt parking lot. HEY I am in a staging area!! Yipee!
I rolled out of the trailer, and as the morning sleep fog clears my valves I take a quick look around and confirm, yep this is a staging area all right. I was at Cedar Creek! I soon realized that there was no one else here. What time is it anyways? Ohh no wonder no is here it is 7:00am. But still. The sky is blue, the temps are cool, how can anyone sleep when it is this nice outside. Were are all my friends? Were is Inca??? Were is Kadie? I don’t understand. We arnt going riding alone again are we. Yzman knows better than to do that. Doesn’t he?
I finally see Yzman stumbling around with a big cup of coffee in his hand trying to clear the sleep crusties outta his eyes. Eventually he gets enough of that nasty coffee (I prefer 92 octane myself) in him to get his motor running and he heads into the trailer to get his gear on. I shake my head and chuckle as he realizes that he forgot his ridding sox and has to wear his short gym sox. Ya know I am always ready to ride but him I don’t know about….Shessh.
Note to self. Ask Yzman not to store his stinky boots in my room. The smell is clogging up my intake.
So anyways with his gear on he finally notices me waiting patiently along side the trailer. He comes over and proceeds to fuel me up, check my oil and a top it off, and finally lube my chain. He hasn’t checked my chain in forever. He claims that he was out of chain lube (but I think he is just lazy)
Now Kadie I gotta ask ya something. Why does my rider still call himself Yzman? I mean I realize that he used to ride that infernal “Blue bike” that I share my room with, and still has a soft spot for it. But I am not a YZ I am a CRFX. Why cant he change his name to something like X-Man or X-Yzman. Something, anything but Yzman. I am not a jealous bike by nature but when he rubs it in my face like that…….
So he climbs on thumbs my “Magic button” and I clear dust outta my pipe with a bark. How is it that he always knows what buttons to push to get my motor running? After a short warm up he clicks me into gear, eases out the clutch and heads out on the trail at around 7:45am.
We were out here just 2 weeks ago and the trail was in horrible shape. The entire trail was wooped out. I didn’t mind all that much but I think he was having troubles with it. But today as we headed out onto the North Loop riding clockwise I quickly realize that something has changed out here since the last time we were out. The woops weren’t nearly as big. Someone had been out here with a trail groomer! I can see the smile on Yzman’s face as he realized this also. I could tell he was still a little cold and creaky from the early start so I took it easy on him for a while till he warmed up. I could actually feel him shiver once or twice from the cool morning breeze going through his thin jersey. But he warmed up quickly and we settled into a nice easy pace running along in 3rd or 4th gear.
We came out of a pine section, cross a 2-track and into a small section of woops only to come to a sliding halt to look at something in the trail. It was a skid plate. An aluminum one. Probably off of one of those goofy KTM’s. They are always loosing there parts. Ya know I actually seen one out on the trail with silver duct tape on it holding its bolts in place. How embarrassing. Yzman picked it up and stuffed it behind my headlight and continued on. I think he was gonna try to drop it off at the staging area when we got back with hopes that its owner would come looking for it, but it kept bouncing around so much that he eventually ditched it and left it at an intersection were the trails crossed a 2-track. So if anyone lost there skid plate out there I know were it is. Just call (231) 773-2627 and ask for Skippy.
We zip along and eventually come to a down tree in the trail. This is the same tree that we encountered 2 weeks ago. Yzman made a mental note of its location and we continue on. I think he was thinking about going back with the truck and chain saw, as it is right off a 2-track. But as we continued on we encountered 2 more downed trees right before the small bypass trail cuts back in. We head out only to find tree after tree down. It wasn’t all that big of a deal for me to ride around them though. I would of liked to try ridding over a few of them but Yzman doesn’t really like jumping over the big ones and since he is in control what can I do. I think eventually he gave up on he notion of cutting the trees out as there were so many of them. There must have been some storm that came thru here.
As we happily skip down the trail Yzman rides along going from lugging my down low to downshifting and letting me bounce my valves off my rev limiter. Man that feels good.
Eventually we got back to the staging area expecting to see it busy with folk getting ready to ride, but it was still empty. What is the deal? It isn’t hunting season yet. Were is everyone. I could tell X-yzman was feeling pretty good cause he crossed the parking lot without stopping and headed right into the south loop running counterclockwise. This section of trail didn’t look like it had been groomed yet. The woops were deeper here. But we didn’t mind and just attacked them harder. I like it when we ride hard, is that wrong??? We rode along without much incident and made it back to the parking lot by 9:00am. And can you believe it there still was no one there.
But just as we stopped to take a break another truck and trailer pulled in with a yz250 and CR85. Yz wandered over to great our new visitors and give them a trail update. He left me at the truck and ignored me. I wanted to meet them also… Eventually he brought me over to and we waited for them to get ready. It looked like we were going to go back out with them. Cool! Ridding buddies. But just then another truck rolled in with a WR426 and one of those KTM smokers. So yzman wanders over to chat with them. He is becoming quite the chatty one when there is a dirtbiker in the area. They talk for a little but outta my earshot. Eventually they come over and one of the new guys starts checking me out.
Now Kadie I need your advise. You are more seasoned than I, and have a few more miles under your tires than I. This is my 1st year ridding after all. But all these people touching me and sitting on me and taking test rides on me. What should I do about that. I mean I am a one rider bike after all. Its kinda strange with all these people oogling over me. But actually I really don’t mind all the attention. I kinda like it. Is that bad?
So now it looks like we are going to go out with these 2 new guys on the WR and KTM. The other 2 guys on the YZ and CR take off without us. We wait patiently as they try to get that KTM started. Darn 2-strokes anyway. Eventually it roared to life with a cloud of smoke…Cough cough. We headed back out on the South loop again going clockwise. Yzman was feeling good and he was letting me sing. I think he may have been trying to impress the new guys with our speed and finesse. It quickly became apparent that these new guys wouldn’t be able to keep up. We stopped at the 1st 2-track crossing to chat and then dove back in. Last we saw of them was at the turn off for the cross connector. We decided that at least with them behind us there would be someone there to pick up our pieces if Yzman did something stupid. We put our heads down and charged on determined to catch the other 2 riders that were in front of us (Yz and Cr) We started counting downed trees as we went this time. Finding a total of 12 major trees that needed chain saw work to remove. The trail ended entirely too quick and we found ourselves back at the parking lot around 10:15am. The guys on the yz and cr must of just got back before us. A few minutes latter the other 2 fella’s on the WR and KTM rolled in. And I thought they were slow. As we shout out a hi to them they announce that the KTM had shed a bolt and they took the connector and cut out ½ of the south loop so they could hit the truck for repairs. I couldn’t help think “they took the cuttoff and we rode the entire loop and we still beet them back”.
We loaded up the trailer made a beeline for home. We would of liked to stay a little longer but Yzman’s wife wanted to go to the farmers market and we were running late already. As we rolled in at 11:00am I thought we were done for. But it turns out that she had just woke up and all was well.
Now I think I gotta get yzman up off the couch and outside to change my oil and clean my filters. We are heading to the U.P. next week and we need to be in tip top shape.
Well Kadie that is my day. One of these days I just know you will be back out amongst us ripping and roostin thru the trails. Until then.
Your little buddy:
Skippy.
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