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- Dec 27, 2000
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The Wicked Bird was a fun race, very challenging.
I arrived late Sat. after battling horrific traffic going through Hisperia. They could definatly use some urban planning instead of just throwing up short lights every 20 ft. :think:
I arrived and brought a buddy (Sean) we unloaded the bikes and took off for as much riding as possible before dark. This was my 1st. ride on my new KTM 300MXC, and what a sweet ride it was. I felt pretty out of place as it handled completely different than my 250F. After a short time I got was very comfortabel on it. It feeels much lighter smaller and twice as quick as my 250f. A keeper for sure.
No one else I found made it out that night so, Sean and I wandered over to the HB party section. Some sick RVs with giant stereos. After several frostys we were invited to participate in the are they real or fake entertainment. Always a good time. :aj: We also got an awesome view of the eclipse. The desert sky was pretty clear at that time.
The next morning Eel and Jack arrived and we got signed up. My new ride has not one bit of time keeping equipment so I was going to hang on the back fender of the expert on my minute, or if you prefer to call it my standard operating procedure. :thumb: The shocker on the line was no one else was on my minute except my buddy Sean who has ridden about 4 times in his life. I take off and there's a pretty good 1st hill climb and that was the last time I saw Sean the rest of the race. There were people from earlier minutes laying all over the face of the climb. My 300 just picked its way around them like they weren't even there. Man this bikes floats over rocks ( and other people bikes)
I used the force for the whole race. Simply keeping the minute ahead of me in view and the minute behind me in back. The 2nd major hill climb was about 3 miles in, we waited at the bottom for some slow/ downed riders to clear, they never did so my 300 picked its way around them cleaning and surprisingly easily. I crusied through the whole loop without a mishap. Other riders were down everywhere.
Loop 2 Jack had enough and called it quits. I take off blasting through the sand washes in 4- 5th gear, My new GPR damper and Pro-action suspension really shined here. :yeehaw:
Made it through the first check and headed towards the 2nd big hill climb. More downed riders. I pick my way around them and pull in the clutch to pop the front tire over a rock and WHAM!
NO CLUTCH AT All. I hit the rock and insta stop, with a minor tip over. Appearently a tree branch in the sand wash must have hit the hydrolic clutch line because it was severed in two right by the master cylinder. Needless to say my day was over. I turned around and popped bike into gear to start it while going down the hill. I made I back to camp uneventfully and grabbed a cold one.
The Eel came in from loop 2 with a rear flat. We tired to reinflate it but it was a no go. He went out for loop 3 anyway on the flat and part of the way through the tire came apart and the steel belts wrapped up tight around the rim and back axle. :(
Eel had to hoof it back to camp. He was quite bummed as he had a good score going. Jack and him took off and recover his bike. I asked if we could help but he said he was fine, so we bailed. As we had wives waiting for us and we were already late thanks to my buddy Sean losing the course and getting himself lost for 3 hours.
A good time as usual. I look forward to seeing more of you out at the next evert.
I arrived late Sat. after battling horrific traffic going through Hisperia. They could definatly use some urban planning instead of just throwing up short lights every 20 ft. :think:
I arrived and brought a buddy (Sean) we unloaded the bikes and took off for as much riding as possible before dark. This was my 1st. ride on my new KTM 300MXC, and what a sweet ride it was. I felt pretty out of place as it handled completely different than my 250F. After a short time I got was very comfortabel on it. It feeels much lighter smaller and twice as quick as my 250f. A keeper for sure.
No one else I found made it out that night so, Sean and I wandered over to the HB party section. Some sick RVs with giant stereos. After several frostys we were invited to participate in the are they real or fake entertainment. Always a good time. :aj: We also got an awesome view of the eclipse. The desert sky was pretty clear at that time.
The next morning Eel and Jack arrived and we got signed up. My new ride has not one bit of time keeping equipment so I was going to hang on the back fender of the expert on my minute, or if you prefer to call it my standard operating procedure. :thumb: The shocker on the line was no one else was on my minute except my buddy Sean who has ridden about 4 times in his life. I take off and there's a pretty good 1st hill climb and that was the last time I saw Sean the rest of the race. There were people from earlier minutes laying all over the face of the climb. My 300 just picked its way around them like they weren't even there. Man this bikes floats over rocks ( and other people bikes)
I used the force for the whole race. Simply keeping the minute ahead of me in view and the minute behind me in back. The 2nd major hill climb was about 3 miles in, we waited at the bottom for some slow/ downed riders to clear, they never did so my 300 picked its way around them cleaning and surprisingly easily. I crusied through the whole loop without a mishap. Other riders were down everywhere.
Loop 2 Jack had enough and called it quits. I take off blasting through the sand washes in 4- 5th gear, My new GPR damper and Pro-action suspension really shined here. :yeehaw:
Made it through the first check and headed towards the 2nd big hill climb. More downed riders. I pick my way around them and pull in the clutch to pop the front tire over a rock and WHAM!
NO CLUTCH AT All. I hit the rock and insta stop, with a minor tip over. Appearently a tree branch in the sand wash must have hit the hydrolic clutch line because it was severed in two right by the master cylinder. Needless to say my day was over. I turned around and popped bike into gear to start it while going down the hill. I made I back to camp uneventfully and grabbed a cold one.
The Eel came in from loop 2 with a rear flat. We tired to reinflate it but it was a no go. He went out for loop 3 anyway on the flat and part of the way through the tire came apart and the steel belts wrapped up tight around the rim and back axle. :(
Eel had to hoof it back to camp. He was quite bummed as he had a good score going. Jack and him took off and recover his bike. I asked if we could help but he said he was fine, so we bailed. As we had wives waiting for us and we were already late thanks to my buddy Sean losing the course and getting himself lost for 3 hours.
A good time as usual. I look forward to seeing more of you out at the next evert.
