I THOUGHT that I was fast on my dirtbike. I bought my first bike last month. It's an 01 KX250. I've rode it about 7 or 8 times so far. I've got the hang of it pretty good.
Today I went out to a local trail I have never ridden before for a hare scramble type race. It was 2 hours long with 5.5 mile technical laps. I rode in the sportsman class with three other riders. There were about 30 other riders as well in other classes. It was pretty cold and breezy this morning when I showed up at 8am. I was going to try and get a lap in but the cold was slowing me down so I decided to wait and save it for the race.
We did a lemans style dead engine start where we had to run about 50 feet to our bikes. Out of the four of us, I was the third one out of the start area. Right away, all four of us missed the first turn. We turned around and they were gone. I never saw them again except for when the lead rider lapped me on my last lap. I didn't pass anybody.
All of the kids caught me on my first lap. I got passed by this kid who immediately slammed this stump after passing me. He flipped over the bars and couldn't pick his bike up. I helped him out and he was crying. I thought he was hurt but he told me he was upset because he was the slowest kid out there. He was about 7 or 8 years old. He then proceeded to leave me behind in a cloud of roost. I never saw him again either. I wasn't feeling too confident in my skills after that.
Before I was even done with my first lap, I started getting passed by the expert riders who were finishing their second lap. I don't see how those guys can ride that fast. I doubt I will ever be that fast. I'm 26 and just starting out and these guys have youth experience under their belt I'd imagine. I would be riding along and look behind me where I could see for 5 or 600 feet and nobody was there. Then a few seconds later, somebody would come blasting around me throwing roost everywhere. Before I could figure out what the hell just happened, they would be gone. Amazing!
I finished my fifth lap just after the two hour mark so I was done. Only one other rider in my class did six. Even though I got my butt kicked all over the place even by the little kids, I still had an absolute blast. Everybidy I met was very friendly and willing to help out and offer advice. I think I had a smile on my face for two hours. I wasn't worn out afterwards like some people say, but that may be because I am so slow. I rode the entire time except when I stopped for about 30 seconds for gas. I did however have one fierce case of swamp ass.
On the way home, I got pulled over by the sheriff. I was doing about 15 over. He liked the set of plastic testicles hanging off the rear fender of my bike. He gave me a warning. Maybe it was the nuts?
I decided I hadn't had enough so I went out and rode my local trail for a few more hours. NOW I am sore. My forearms are sore and my legs are definately sore. Anyways, I had a great time and am looking forward to getting my butt kicked again in a few weeks at the next race! Matt
Today I went out to a local trail I have never ridden before for a hare scramble type race. It was 2 hours long with 5.5 mile technical laps. I rode in the sportsman class with three other riders. There were about 30 other riders as well in other classes. It was pretty cold and breezy this morning when I showed up at 8am. I was going to try and get a lap in but the cold was slowing me down so I decided to wait and save it for the race.
We did a lemans style dead engine start where we had to run about 50 feet to our bikes. Out of the four of us, I was the third one out of the start area. Right away, all four of us missed the first turn. We turned around and they were gone. I never saw them again except for when the lead rider lapped me on my last lap. I didn't pass anybody.
All of the kids caught me on my first lap. I got passed by this kid who immediately slammed this stump after passing me. He flipped over the bars and couldn't pick his bike up. I helped him out and he was crying. I thought he was hurt but he told me he was upset because he was the slowest kid out there. He was about 7 or 8 years old. He then proceeded to leave me behind in a cloud of roost. I never saw him again either. I wasn't feeling too confident in my skills after that.
Before I was even done with my first lap, I started getting passed by the expert riders who were finishing their second lap. I don't see how those guys can ride that fast. I doubt I will ever be that fast. I'm 26 and just starting out and these guys have youth experience under their belt I'd imagine. I would be riding along and look behind me where I could see for 5 or 600 feet and nobody was there. Then a few seconds later, somebody would come blasting around me throwing roost everywhere. Before I could figure out what the hell just happened, they would be gone. Amazing!
I finished my fifth lap just after the two hour mark so I was done. Only one other rider in my class did six. Even though I got my butt kicked all over the place even by the little kids, I still had an absolute blast. Everybidy I met was very friendly and willing to help out and offer advice. I think I had a smile on my face for two hours. I wasn't worn out afterwards like some people say, but that may be because I am so slow. I rode the entire time except when I stopped for about 30 seconds for gas. I did however have one fierce case of swamp ass.
On the way home, I got pulled over by the sheriff. I was doing about 15 over. He liked the set of plastic testicles hanging off the rear fender of my bike. He gave me a warning. Maybe it was the nuts?
I decided I hadn't had enough so I went out and rode my local trail for a few more hours. NOW I am sore. My forearms are sore and my legs are definately sore. Anyways, I had a great time and am looking forward to getting my butt kicked again in a few weeks at the next race! Matt
