The NY Spodefest (a.k.a. learning the backstroke)
What a blast! I can't remember the last time I had this much fun!The weather couldn’t have been better. If I remember correctly, there were 14 DRNers and 3 friends in attendance.
Before I get started, I want to send a big “Thank you” out to Wayneo426 for starting the thread that put this ‘fest in motion.
The Arrival
I pulled into the ‘fest site around 10:00am. As I was speaking with the owner (giving him money) a rider on a spotless 426(more on that later) rides up and says “Hi, are you from DRN? I’m Wayne.” He proceeded to tell me where the group was, and that there were only a couple of people there so far. They were heading out for a quick blast, and then would be back.
I parked, unloaded, put my gear on, and after changing out a fouled plug (I knew I should have changed it the night before) on my bike, I was ready to ride. The warm up ride too us out around a lake/pond, through the orchard, and to a gravel pit. It was when we arrived back at our vehicles that I started to notice something weird going on. You see there were puddles on the trails yet somehow Wayne had no mud on his ride.
Anyway, by the time we got back most everyone who was going to show up had. It was about that time that I realized that I hadn’t called my wife to let her know that I had made the trip safely. BRush came to the rescue with his cell phone! (You will get the beer at our next meeting:))
Wayne was still clean. . .
With everyone suited up we went out through the orchard to the pit, then headed to the woods. I really don’t have much of anything to compare the trails with, but I thought they were fun. Rocks, roots, and mud. When we first came out of the woods, we thought we had lost LoriKTM and wayneo426. It seems that they had taken a different route. We headed back to the trucks for some lunch and water.
Wayne was still clean. . .
THE MUD RUN
Apparently the well-worn trails were not difficult enough for a few of our riders. Being the good lemming, I followed along. I think it was WoodsRider (correct me if I am wrong) who set the tone for this loop with his get off at the trail head/end. I had thoughts of turning around when 15 feet into the woods (note I didn’t say trail) we had to dismount to push our bikes under a fallen tree. But, bravado, adrenaline, or a false sense of skill made me continue. I was in a bit over my head, but managed to muddle my way through. What we found was mud, mud and more mud. :) See guys, it’s not even Monday yet, and I’m already smiling about it! I think I flung more mud on that one loop than I have in my whole life. Eventually we made it back to camp intact.
Wayne was still clean. . ..
Papakeith Learns the Backstroke
I am not what you would consider a fast learner. So, after a bit of a rest and some refueling, BRush, Trigger1911, and myself ventured back into the woods. In short order we were off the beaten path again. We rode up to some stream crossings and the like. Well, there was one get off performed by me trying to leap a tall stream in a single bound. Nothing Earth shattering. Nothing that is until we or should I say BRush found some more mud. Trigger and I stayed a safe distance and watched his progress. There was none. It was the kind of mud that you could get off your bike and it would remain standing. After some pulling by all three of us BRush got turned around, and we decided to back track to the trail.
Here is where my day takes a hard left turn.
Omen 1. My bike refused to start.
Omen 2. Just before a stone wall crossing a leaf strategically sticks itself on my goggle lens rendering me blind. stall
Omen 3. My bike refused to start.
Eventually, I got my not-quite-as-trusty-as-I-had-been-led-to-believe-it-was-stead started, and we were off with me in the lead. I was doing pretty well. I wasn’t having too much trouble navigating through the pathways. We had been on this trail earlier in the day so I knew we were close to the orchard. I had forgotten one very important obstacle.
A puddle.
(Writers embellishment mode on)
Now when I say puddle, I am not referring to the garden-variety puddle that most people (except Wayne) blast through without a second thought. What I am speaking of here is a sixty-foot long man eating garden of rocks covered with one to three feet of clay mud water ooze.
(Embellishment off)
I had successfully navigated this puddle earlier in the day and thought nothing of trying to blast through it. The “puddle” had other ideas. I made it about half way when a rock jumped up and grabbed my front wheel sending me and my bike tumbling into the drink. (tuck and roll);)
I think that Trigger was the first on the scene (I would like a third party description of what it looked like when you rounded the corner). The bike was pretty much swamped, and I was floating on my back looking at the blue sky. My riding was done for the day. I pushed the bike about 300 feet to the end of the trail, and BRush got a tow line and pulled me back to the vehicles.
Wayne was still clean. . .
His bike however, got a hand-full of mud thrown at it by (no names, but it wasone of the women in attendance. :p
I hope that everyone had as good of a time as I had. Seriously, if the rest of the DRN membership are even half as nice as the ones I met this Friday, Dirtweek is going to be a hoot!
Right now I’ve got the engine out of the frame and I am in the process of removing the water and mud that I took home with me.
So, when is the next one?
What a blast! I can't remember the last time I had this much fun!The weather couldn’t have been better. If I remember correctly, there were 14 DRNers and 3 friends in attendance.
Before I get started, I want to send a big “Thank you” out to Wayneo426 for starting the thread that put this ‘fest in motion.
The Arrival
I pulled into the ‘fest site around 10:00am. As I was speaking with the owner (giving him money) a rider on a spotless 426(more on that later) rides up and says “Hi, are you from DRN? I’m Wayne.” He proceeded to tell me where the group was, and that there were only a couple of people there so far. They were heading out for a quick blast, and then would be back.
I parked, unloaded, put my gear on, and after changing out a fouled plug (I knew I should have changed it the night before) on my bike, I was ready to ride. The warm up ride too us out around a lake/pond, through the orchard, and to a gravel pit. It was when we arrived back at our vehicles that I started to notice something weird going on. You see there were puddles on the trails yet somehow Wayne had no mud on his ride.
Anyway, by the time we got back most everyone who was going to show up had. It was about that time that I realized that I hadn’t called my wife to let her know that I had made the trip safely. BRush came to the rescue with his cell phone! (You will get the beer at our next meeting:))
Wayne was still clean. . .
With everyone suited up we went out through the orchard to the pit, then headed to the woods. I really don’t have much of anything to compare the trails with, but I thought they were fun. Rocks, roots, and mud. When we first came out of the woods, we thought we had lost LoriKTM and wayneo426. It seems that they had taken a different route. We headed back to the trucks for some lunch and water.
Wayne was still clean. . .
THE MUD RUN
Apparently the well-worn trails were not difficult enough for a few of our riders. Being the good lemming, I followed along. I think it was WoodsRider (correct me if I am wrong) who set the tone for this loop with his get off at the trail head/end. I had thoughts of turning around when 15 feet into the woods (note I didn’t say trail) we had to dismount to push our bikes under a fallen tree. But, bravado, adrenaline, or a false sense of skill made me continue. I was in a bit over my head, but managed to muddle my way through. What we found was mud, mud and more mud. :) See guys, it’s not even Monday yet, and I’m already smiling about it! I think I flung more mud on that one loop than I have in my whole life. Eventually we made it back to camp intact.
Wayne was still clean. . ..
Papakeith Learns the Backstroke
I am not what you would consider a fast learner. So, after a bit of a rest and some refueling, BRush, Trigger1911, and myself ventured back into the woods. In short order we were off the beaten path again. We rode up to some stream crossings and the like. Well, there was one get off performed by me trying to leap a tall stream in a single bound. Nothing Earth shattering. Nothing that is until we or should I say BRush found some more mud. Trigger and I stayed a safe distance and watched his progress. There was none. It was the kind of mud that you could get off your bike and it would remain standing. After some pulling by all three of us BRush got turned around, and we decided to back track to the trail.
Here is where my day takes a hard left turn.
Omen 1. My bike refused to start.
Omen 2. Just before a stone wall crossing a leaf strategically sticks itself on my goggle lens rendering me blind. stall
Omen 3. My bike refused to start.
Eventually, I got my not-quite-as-trusty-as-I-had-been-led-to-believe-it-was-stead started, and we were off with me in the lead. I was doing pretty well. I wasn’t having too much trouble navigating through the pathways. We had been on this trail earlier in the day so I knew we were close to the orchard. I had forgotten one very important obstacle.
A puddle.
(Writers embellishment mode on)
Now when I say puddle, I am not referring to the garden-variety puddle that most people (except Wayne) blast through without a second thought. What I am speaking of here is a sixty-foot long man eating garden of rocks covered with one to three feet of clay mud water ooze.
(Embellishment off)
I had successfully navigated this puddle earlier in the day and thought nothing of trying to blast through it. The “puddle” had other ideas. I made it about half way when a rock jumped up and grabbed my front wheel sending me and my bike tumbling into the drink. (tuck and roll);)
I think that Trigger was the first on the scene (I would like a third party description of what it looked like when you rounded the corner). The bike was pretty much swamped, and I was floating on my back looking at the blue sky. My riding was done for the day. I pushed the bike about 300 feet to the end of the trail, and BRush got a tow line and pulled me back to the vehicles.
Wayne was still clean. . .
His bike however, got a hand-full of mud thrown at it by (no names, but it wasone of the women in attendance. :p
I hope that everyone had as good of a time as I had. Seriously, if the rest of the DRN membership are even half as nice as the ones I met this Friday, Dirtweek is going to be a hoot!
Right now I’ve got the engine out of the frame and I am in the process of removing the water and mud that I took home with me.
So, when is the next one?