OldMaiconut
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- Apr 28, 2001
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I met up with the Heartland Spodes this AM to ride "The 500" in Stillwater. In attendance was Craig_Enid, VioletSP, OKK'XR, Lorin, BSWIFT, Justql, and a few freinds of Lorin who I met. Never having been there, I had a good time getting "in touch" with nature. Now keep in mind that I am just getting back into riding after a 20 year layoff. My version of being "in touch" as I metioned above, is seeing how many trees I can manage to bounce off, brush, and flat run into. None of my past experince included tight twisty woods. I managed to survive the day with three crashes (none witnessed) and no resultant pain or damage to the equipment. There was a stadium-style MX track there that I stayed far away from. My one trip on part of it starting a woods loop with Lorin and co., I found out what happens when you land off a catapult jump with your foot over the brake. Could have been ugly, but I was going slow, and popped the clutch and rode on.
I can report that the Heartland Spodes are pretty dang quick in the Woods! I chose to ride at the back at my own lethargic pace. I need to change some gearing and set-up on the Ol' 426 to make it handle better in the tight stuff. The 500 also has a lot of wide open sandy whoops. I did better on these, but they sure do wear an old man down.
I also passed up another perfect chance to whack the infamous Mamba. Lorin and I came around a curve and over a little jump to find Justql and BSWIFT hard at work on the Mamba. Seems like the swingarm bolt had fallen off. The Mamba was mostly off the trail, but I could have used it for a heck of a berm... come to think of it, the Gas Gas was positioned at the edge of the trail on the next turn. Dang, I coulda had a double! After getting home and starting to wash the bike I was HORRIFIED to find a large black knobby mark on my Pristine new, laboriously installed, number plate backgrounds. Soap and water did no good. I have been tattoed by a Gas Gas! THATS IT... NO MORE MR. NICE GUY! No more gentlemanly concern on my part. Bite the dirt in front of me and YOU'RE TRACTION!!!
I can report that the Heartland Spodes are pretty dang quick in the Woods! I chose to ride at the back at my own lethargic pace. I need to change some gearing and set-up on the Ol' 426 to make it handle better in the tight stuff. The 500 also has a lot of wide open sandy whoops. I did better on these, but they sure do wear an old man down.
I also passed up another perfect chance to whack the infamous Mamba. Lorin and I came around a curve and over a little jump to find Justql and BSWIFT hard at work on the Mamba. Seems like the swingarm bolt had fallen off. The Mamba was mostly off the trail, but I could have used it for a heck of a berm... come to think of it, the Gas Gas was positioned at the edge of the trail on the next turn. Dang, I coulda had a double! After getting home and starting to wash the bike I was HORRIFIED to find a large black knobby mark on my Pristine new, laboriously installed, number plate backgrounds. Soap and water did no good. I have been tattoed by a Gas Gas! THATS IT... NO MORE MR. NICE GUY! No more gentlemanly concern on my part. Bite the dirt in front of me and YOU'RE TRACTION!!!