snaggleXR4
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- Aug 5, 2001
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Hey,
I finally broke down this Saturday, and took off to find the Bethel ATV trail in DeSoto NF in southern Mississippi.
I saw several people on Hwy. 15 N. unloading and getting ready to ride on the side of the road, but this was before the forest. I later wished I would have stopped and joined up with them. Instead I pushed on and found the Bethel ATV trail. There was one 4-wheeler guy there, and he was on his way out. He answered some questions for me, and I was off, exploring the trails by myself (bad mistake). I discovered that these trails are full of millions of roots, fortunately I'm used to them from riding here in NW Florida. My second mistake was not asking how long each loop was. Not knowing the length of the trail, I could not pace myself and exhaustion started to set in. I started wigging myself out by thinking the trail would never end, or thinking my rear tire was flat, or that I would run out of gas and be stranded, with nobody to look for me. Finally, the loop ended, clocked at about 20 miles, I was SO relieved to see my truck.
After a short rest, I was considering going home, but I drove 2 hours to get there, and decided to take the second loop. Mistake number 3, again I didn't know how long the loop was, so it was a repeat of the first loop. It was worse though, the trail was slightly tougher, not marked as well, and I was still tired from the first loop. As mental and physical exhaustion set in again, only 2x worse, I started getting sloppy. A 2nd gear, slow speed layover of the bike was my first hint that I was whooped. However, I pressed on, not wanting to let the trail or the bike kick my butt. Then later, a higher speed layover in 3rd gear, around a gentle, but rooty, right hand turn put the finishing touches on me. I dented my new pipe (grrrrr..) and bruised up my right arm and shoulder on the roots I landed on. Flooded, I tried to start the bike, with no luck, I was so beat I could not even get a good full kick. After resting a minute, I got her started and finished the last couple miles of the trail, thankfully it was another 20 mile trail. Any longer and I might not have made it out.
Exhausted, bruised and beaten I loaded up and limped home. Looking back, the trails weren't so bad, I think I psychologically wore myself out, more than physically. Not knowing whether I had 10 miles left or 40 really scared me. Going by myself bothered me too, I had figured there would have been others there when I arrived. I'm glad I went and challenged myself, it was an adventure, and a lesson I will never forget. Furthermore, I was very proud of my '96 XR400. Despite being out of date, slow, heavy and a piece of sh*t ( according to all you YZF/WRF/KTM freaks ), she handled the roots and sharp turns and cutbacks like a dream. Even after dumping and flooding her twice, she still kept on purring, like I would expect any XR to do. I was going to give out before she was, that was very evident. Now, I'm ready to go back and do it again, and check out a couple of other trail systems in the DeSoto NF. Keep on thumpin'!
I finally broke down this Saturday, and took off to find the Bethel ATV trail in DeSoto NF in southern Mississippi.
I saw several people on Hwy. 15 N. unloading and getting ready to ride on the side of the road, but this was before the forest. I later wished I would have stopped and joined up with them. Instead I pushed on and found the Bethel ATV trail. There was one 4-wheeler guy there, and he was on his way out. He answered some questions for me, and I was off, exploring the trails by myself (bad mistake). I discovered that these trails are full of millions of roots, fortunately I'm used to them from riding here in NW Florida. My second mistake was not asking how long each loop was. Not knowing the length of the trail, I could not pace myself and exhaustion started to set in. I started wigging myself out by thinking the trail would never end, or thinking my rear tire was flat, or that I would run out of gas and be stranded, with nobody to look for me. Finally, the loop ended, clocked at about 20 miles, I was SO relieved to see my truck.
After a short rest, I was considering going home, but I drove 2 hours to get there, and decided to take the second loop. Mistake number 3, again I didn't know how long the loop was, so it was a repeat of the first loop. It was worse though, the trail was slightly tougher, not marked as well, and I was still tired from the first loop. As mental and physical exhaustion set in again, only 2x worse, I started getting sloppy. A 2nd gear, slow speed layover of the bike was my first hint that I was whooped. However, I pressed on, not wanting to let the trail or the bike kick my butt. Then later, a higher speed layover in 3rd gear, around a gentle, but rooty, right hand turn put the finishing touches on me. I dented my new pipe (grrrrr..) and bruised up my right arm and shoulder on the roots I landed on. Flooded, I tried to start the bike, with no luck, I was so beat I could not even get a good full kick. After resting a minute, I got her started and finished the last couple miles of the trail, thankfully it was another 20 mile trail. Any longer and I might not have made it out.
Exhausted, bruised and beaten I loaded up and limped home. Looking back, the trails weren't so bad, I think I psychologically wore myself out, more than physically. Not knowing whether I had 10 miles left or 40 really scared me. Going by myself bothered me too, I had figured there would have been others there when I arrived. I'm glad I went and challenged myself, it was an adventure, and a lesson I will never forget. Furthermore, I was very proud of my '96 XR400. Despite being out of date, slow, heavy and a piece of sh*t ( according to all you YZF/WRF/KTM freaks ), she handled the roots and sharp turns and cutbacks like a dream. Even after dumping and flooding her twice, she still kept on purring, like I would expect any XR to do. I was going to give out before she was, that was very evident. Now, I'm ready to go back and do it again, and check out a couple of other trail systems in the DeSoto NF. Keep on thumpin'!