Saturdays closed course enduro did not go well for me. I did well up to the first check and after the reset we went into the woods on time and soon came up on a muddy ditch crossing that looked harmless. I was 3rd in line and both the guys in front of me went across effortlessly and I followed their line. Before I could even realize what had happened I had endoed over the bars and got slammed to the left side and into the mud under my bike. I didn't know it but there was a board across the mud about 4-6 inches below the surface which I didn't see and perceived the bottom to be hard which was not the case. The mud was 18 inches deep and stopped my front tire immediately and my momentum carried me over the bars as the rear wheel shot straight into the air. I was completely covered in mud, my glasses clogged with mud and my gloves soaked in mud, everything was muddy. I got my bike up and situated and hit "the button" and it wouldn't fire, I repeated but nothing. I drug my bike so that I could stand up on the board and get some leverage and kicked the hell out of it and it wouldn't fire. I was in there for about 10 minutes, plugging the lines and all hell broke loose in that crossing as bikes piled up behind me trying to find a way across the ditch and many more were stuck for a long time. That ditch was deep and you couldn’t get through it. I was getting roosted like no other! Sean came along and him and Jerry Peckle's son helped me drag my bike back up the bank to dry ground, out of every ones way and I helped a few guys find lines through the mud thinking that my bike wouldn't run and I was not taking the spark plug out near all that mud flying around. Finally the chaos cleared out a bit and I pushed my bike backwards down the trail away for the flying mud to see if I could find a spot to give several good kicks and get it running. I looked down and saw that the gas was off. (Later I found out the Sean turned it off and didn’t tell me when it got knocked over by a rider trying to find a way through) I turned the gas on and kicked and it sounded like it may start so I kept at it and it finally fired up. I suspect that the kill switch got wet and muddy and shorted out and finally dried off enough to make spark. (I surmised this as a laid awake that night pizzed off about not finishing) At this point I was 22 minutes down, covered in mud, still facing having to go through that mud hole again to proceed so I just decided to pack it in and stay safe for Sundays ride. I rode cautiously back wards down the trail to the check point and asked for directions out but they didn't know where they were either so I started looking for a way out myself. I happened upon some HUGE nudies on a golf cart tooling around and asked for directions, then went until I got lost and asked for directions again from other nudies until I came out to their camp ground. There was a black lady in a golf cart, in the buff and very friendly and she gave me directions out from that point. Let me tell you, I have never seen anything like this camp ground! There were 40-50 camp trailers all set up just like any campground with nice gravel roads between them like any “normal”trailer park. I made my way out near the main area and there were at least 50-75 golf carts all lined up in a circle 2-3 deep around what looked like a pool area and there were 100-200 nudies all partying like it was 1999! They wear funny outfits that don’t really hide much but add a little color and flair to their sun tans. They all had liquor in the back of their golf carts and were drunk, naked and crazy, real crazy. One lady offered me a pull off her drink but I didn’t think it was a good idea, I wasn’t sure where her hand had just been sitting next to the guy with a big smile on his face. I didn't see any real hotties that I could tell either, just a lot of saggy boobies and I saw more nudies all at once that you can even imagine!! Hundreds! As I putted past them they all turned their attention from the pool and watched me and for a brief moment as I was the focus of their attention, but they all turned their attention back toward the pool and you can imagine what could be going on there. :p I finally found the front gate and left to find my RV.
So I must admit I have had very few DNF's in racing since 2003 - 4 total as a matter of a fact but this was by far the best one yet! That was an experience worth not finishing for. :nod:
Sunday went much better for me and I finished well. They were out there cheering me on, maybe they remembered me?
So I must admit I have had very few DNF's in racing since 2003 - 4 total as a matter of a fact but this was by far the best one yet! That was an experience worth not finishing for. :nod:
Sunday went much better for me and I finished well. They were out there cheering me on, maybe they remembered me?
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