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[QUOTE="placelast, post: 1061306, member: 22683"] Chris covered it all, and very well I might add, though let me add some more color with my usual babbling. I haven’t been to Gorman/Hungry Valley/Los Padres NF in what four years? And there’s even less of a reason to go bike less. But when Chris was saying he may spend the night camping I said yes – a must do. After my family obligations – Saturday food shopping, I decided to pack up, especially since I was 3rd in line to the clothes washer. Hitting the road at 2pm prevented my afternoon nap (learned that from the ‘ol guy tho w/o meds) but allowed me to stop at a Mex restaurant for chips and salsa to go for the guys; did the same at the one in Lebec in the event the boys were hungry, then at Hang Time motorcycle shop to say hi to the owner Pete; I didn’t have any other business there other than try on the new Alpine Star Tech 10s since Craparral is now so far away (nice but worth the $?) and ask if he had any calendars. Now for you salsa lovers one of the one place’s was thick and had preburner; the other wet and afterburner. The former was the boy’s favorite, even with scrambled eggs (juevos rancheros a gringos) in the morning. Coming thru the north entrance brought back a boatload of memories of when I used to bring my sons here to ride, like at least 10-15 years ago; 10 years on their own, and 15 was when they used to sit on my lap and hold on to the cross bar – it was legal back then. As they grew I later added passenger pegs and they would grab hold of my belt as we scooted around the valley floor, and got to know the trails so well, like a back yard of ours. I arrived at the assigned campsite at 4:30pm, and spotted Eric’s mini pickup. Picking though his gear and boxes, there was not a thing I neither needed nor wanted that fit me – too bad as the selection was there and it was mine for the stealing. Since there was much time to burn I hiked to the wash and saw there were not a lot of wildflowers this year. The yuccas were in bloom, though. Back at camp and sitting in a camp chair afforded a view of a kid pit racing his kwad around and around, stirring up the dust. His sister was doing the same on some off-road cart. After a half hour of this and my mean expressions – oh: the kid kept looking at me, probably to check if I was looking at him – I finally gestured to give it a rest and go elsewhere! Actually I politely asked him to (GET THE F____ OTTA HERE!) please go outside of camp; you never know if/how his ‘rents would react to the doings of their Precious – what, get a lawyer and sue?! About 6-ish Eel and Kelso come into camp. I figured they had done some iron man ride but were just over the hill at the race pits. They chowed down sandwiches with chips & salsa. BBBBBBbbbbbuuuuupppppPPPP! Hit the spot, so sez Kelso. Then we got some calls from 2Stroke, doing the Marco Polo thing via phones. He eventually found us and setup the rig. We had our chats indoors, as it had gotten dark but ah! no wood for a campfire. Lacking that, conversations were just as good inside his expando living room, about my next bike and why, how what; Mexican gasoline (PeMex or was that premix?); tomorrow’s race, Eel’s budget fashion statement. Then Kelso exercised his culinary skills and whips up a killer bachelor dinner. We all hit the sack at 10:30pm in anticipation of a 5am getup. And then we are all startled by this rude awakening at 2am: bbbbbbrrrrrrraaaaaaapppPPPPPP!!!!! bbbbbbrrrrrrraaaaaaapppPPPPPP!!!!! bbbbbbrrrrrrraaaaaaapppPPPPPP!!!!! bbbbbbrrrrrrraaaaaaapppPPPPPP!!!!! bbbbbbrrrrrrraaaaaaapppPPPPPP!!!!! bbbbbbrrrrrrraaaaaaapppPPPPPP!!!!! bbbbbbrrrrrrraaaaaaapppPPPPPP!!!!! bbbbbbrrrrrrraaaaaaapppPPPPPP!!!!! bbbbbbrrrrrrraaaaaaapppPPPPPP!!!!! over and over again, like practice starts at an outdoor MX. Dang loud four stroke pipes + drunk neighbors + loud music. Then the rain. And the alarm oh too soon; we scramble to load the bikes, wolf down breakfast, and off we go to the start. 2Stroke and I get in line at the Quail Valley MX complex entrance and it’s already an 1/8 mile long. Then he realizes he left his paperwork at camp, so we unload, he two-wheels it in and I jet back to camp. Upon returning I use the exit lane and flash his paperwork – the gals wave me by and I enter into a HUGE staging area. It was so congested my time was better spent walking in search of Team Knuckhead (BTW, good icon, though I like my idea of a red circle with Eel’s hand with a wrench and a red diagonal line thru it.) Having found them I then pulled in nearby, and made my way around the pits. I got to visit with Ricardo Barbosa of Three Brother’s fame (KTM shop in Costa Mesa), Bill Fulmer Jr. (past D37 enduro champ and ISDE contender), and various bike owners to ask their opinions of their rides. Hiking my way to the start I got to see our team off. Afterwards I spent a few minutes watching the adjacent MX practice (boring…going in small circles) then left to find a spot on the course to watch the guys go by. I found one part of the first loop with a hard RH turn onto Wheatfield trail, then went further to the main entrance of Hungry Valley. The state employee taking money at the entrance wouldn’t let me in/spectate without paying the day-use fee, and since I am still pizzed about the loss of green sticker monies from years ago I did a U-turn and went back to the Wheatfield spot and setup my camp chair on the tailgate for viewing of some race action as each minute came whizzing by. By that time the first 8 minute-rows had already passed, so I missed the pros/A riders. The rain was coming and going; I was getting wet, and pulled out my umbrella for the wait. A fellow had stopped, saying his bike was stuck in gear from a bent shift lever, and asked if I had any tools. I pulled out some blade screwdrivers with which he was able to straighten up and get back on his way. Then another fellow pulled up and said he was getting sick from the previous section’s tight turns (Brome Trail?), and wanted to call it a day. I showed him the B-line, where to reconnect back to the start via a frontage road which parallels the freeway. Well along came Bill Fulmer Jr., low flying on his 450X, and I knew the Knucklehead minute was not far behind. I let out a hoot as they passed, and they returned the favor by giving the cheering section (me) a wave as they scooted on down the trail. With that I left for the ride back to home. So what bike am I gonna buy next? [/QUOTE]
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