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[QUOTE="fender92883, post: 772138, member: 34340"] PART II Sunday morning's breakfast of scrambled eggs, bacon, sausage, muffins, and donuts was just the wake-up call I needed (along with more poking and prodding). We gear up on a SUNNY morning and head out for another whooped-out day. Perfect traction yet again, 45 degrees. Again, I felt at home on that bike. I was ripping around, having a ball about 25 miles into our ride, when ZIIINNGGG! Sparkey was ON THE GAS and flew past me. Not long afterward, I see a green heap ahead of me. :ohmy: Sparkey's KDX was on its side, and Sparkey was lying motionless on his back about 3 feet from it. Luckily he was all right, and just making sure he was all in one piece before attempting to move too much. Apparently one of those 800,000,000 whoops sent him soaring into a tree. Mark pulled up shortly after and helped get his handguard re-adjusted, and I rode ahead to let the rest of the group know that everything was OK. Young Ted met us with his van at the gas stop (the same place Rob & I sat for 40 minutes the day before) and we all gassed up and snacked on some more crackers, cheese, and salami. Sparkey loaded up, being cautious not to hurt himself that day. After a 15 minute gas stop, we headed back out. Around the 45th mile of our trip and after 100,000,000,000,000 whoops, I was getting a little tired and I bobbled a bit on some tree roots and smacked my right handguard on a tree, then headfirst into another tree. :| I settled down after that and just tried to make it back in one piece. The whoops seemed about 15' high toward the end of the trail, even though they were probably 4'-5'. My spine felt like a slinky, but I kept going. Finally we arrived back at Whiskey Creek. My TrailTech read 65 miles. A shower and a change of clothes later we loaded up, and the Smit-clan shows up with a birthday cake for Erin! We were all enjoying the much-needed sugar when a mysterious figure appears on the horizon. Woodsy! And that's where I'm going to leave it...my arm pump from all those whoops is coming back to haunt me... :laugh: [/QUOTE]
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