Well it wasn't exactly the weekend that I wanted but it wasn't all bad either.
The weather really didn't coorporate at all. It rained Saturday night and on and off most of saturday afternoon. The skeeters were ferioucious.
We still had a pretty good turnout. There was
Keith and dog. Oh yea and his neighbor kid Derrik came out friday night.
Kurt
Dan
Brian, new girlfriend and 3 kids.
Me and Brendon. My wife stoped out Friday night after work.
Keiths boss Lauri, her friend, and 2 kids stopped by friday night and saturday.
A friend of mine stopped sat night by for a few frosty's and to show off his new blue cast on his broken wrist (our recent Little O ride)
The kids rode there bikes almost nonstop for 2 days. They ate like horses and when night fell the dropped into sleep like the dead. My kid slept for 12 hours sat night and woke up at 11:00am.
I overindulged a little friday night and was feeling no pain at all. They all new I was serious when I threw the cap of the fifth that I was passing around into the fire.
Saturday morning I woke up early feeling suprisingly chipper considering all the spirits I had consumed the night before. I considered giving everyone the 7:00am CRF revlimiter wake up call but opted to go back to bed for a little bit.
After breakfast and a big ol pot of camp coffie Brian, Kurt, Dan and I went for a ride on the Big O which is just down the road from me. Brian had a major rear flat tire on his yz426 and opted to ride on it instead of fix it. Dan was on Keiths warrior quad, Kurt on his wr250 and me on skippy (the CRFX). We went like 10 miles when Dan anounced that the quad was almost outta gas. It was full when we left and in 10 miles had consumed almost 3 gallons of gas. Do you see a problem here??? So we headed back towards camp. Dan ran outta gas about 3 miles out. I went to camp to get him a big slam of gas (mountain dew bottle) and that was enough to get him back.
After that ride it started raining on and off all night.
We packed up Sunday morning and headed to Baldwin to get some breakfast and headed home. With all the dampness and mud of the weekend all I could think of was a shower and a nap.
Overall it wasn't a bad weekend just a wet one. My kid has his work cut out for him as he has to wash his discustingly muddy TTR90 this week and change out the bars, grips, and new air filter that I just got from Keith. He is 8yrs old and old enough to learn how this stuff works.
I taught my boy another small lesson as he was ridding his bike as soon as we got to camp. I never filled the gas and he never looks. After a few hours of ridding he finially ran outta gas at the back of the property. After shouting for help he finially found reserve and limped it back for more gas. One of these days he is gonna check the gas b4 he rides. Maybe.