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Message: [QUOTE="CJ Rider, post: 270108, member: 17860"] HA; This is a VERY perceptive statement! FireLily kicks butt and she had us all snowed! :aj: OK. The story. In the beginning, motorcycles of any kind were touted as evil instruments of death. No kidding. This was how it was growing up. Then I left the nest, went to college, and tried everything my parents told me not to. Some things turned out good, some bad. When I turned thirty, my hubby picked up a couple of beater motorcycles. My first was a 300 million pound 1974 Kaw 2-stroke enduro dubbed "the green weenie". 'Couldn't kick start it, load it, pick it up, or bearly ride it by myself. 'Sold it for $1 to a friend who was riding it around his back yard when it spontaneously combusted and caught his fence on fire. 'Wasn't too excited about riding. THEN (a few years later), my hub got me an XR100 about the same time my very good friend Sara got devorced, hawked her ring, and bought an XT225. We became women obsessed with riding. My hubby was happy about it. We were old, we were uncoordinated, but we were gonna learn to ride... and what do you know, we did learn to ride! THEN (a few years later), Sara says to pack up the bikes after work because a shop guy told her about a a "spodefest." We had never heard of a "spodefest" before. We drove a couple hours in POURING rain to set up camp after dark. 'Woke up the next morning to... FIFTY rough-looking guys and NO other girls in the entire wilderness. WE WERE SCARED! However, we stayed and had a GREAT weekend riding with the RMD and DRN folks there! Four bikes and many many many DRN friends later, it's more fun than ever!!! :) [/QUOTE]

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