I've had to cut & paste this, so hope it still makes sense, least
I've worked out a way to talk to you somehow :)
MJ, welcome to the forum/dirtbiking, it's great and very addictive
(sorry, I'm having trouble posting, so hope you read this welcome) :)
I'd been looking forward to this weekend, as we had 2 days of riding
planned (okay, I had). Day 1 turned out to be a non-event, as
everyone decided they'd rather cut trails. But I'd had a bit of a
ride around beforehand, just not very exciting. We'd had to turn back
just as we got to the good bit as someone wanted one of the bikes
(why else have females who ride, if not to steal their bikes when you
want).
Day 2 was a training day. The club decided to put one on, so had
everything set up. The rain came, the clay turned to mud, the course
too difficult for some of us, especially with a nasty uphill to start
with. In the dry it wouldn't have been so bad, but with the mud it
was ugly - ruts, bits of logs, I even noticed the odd rock. Oh, of
course you had a minor creek crossing beforehand, with a left/right
combination. Anyway, my bike made it up, just not with me onboard. By
the time I was at the top I was stuffed. As we were the last ones, we
were heading back to start the day's training.
Going along the gravel road at one stage, I slowed down to check my
tyres as the front felt flat. Henk & Sean asked what was wrong, so I
told them, Sean told me it was just that forest. I just shrugged and
went to go again, but before I knew what happened I was on my side on
the road. Damn, I hate that. Turned out my front brakes were locked
on (I had wondered what the smell was, but put it down to coolant as
the bike was hot, even though it didn't smell right).
Ah well, upright again, made it back with a few moments along the
way. Well, the training began with me going "no way in hell, uh uh, I
ain't doing that, it's not my day" - practising getting over logs.
Well, with help, I bulldozed my bike over and got sent on my way
again. Back to the hill. Hmmm, I'm going back to the van, I'm done in
(having gotten stuck, dropped the bike umpteen times along the way,
not to mention the swim in the puddle - damn, that water was cold).
Decided stuff this, I may as well watch for a while, just to relax &
get my breath back. Stood around for a bit, decided I was just
getting too cold, so started heading back. Got to a corner, saw a
swamp in front of me and decided I was going the wrong way. Went back
to the turn off I'd seen before, noticed an arrow, tried to work out
the best way to cross that hole, decided to walk back to where I'd
come from to check I was going the right way (I'm useless with
directions). Along came a quad who told me I was right the first
time, so turned the bike around and headed off through the swamp
(looked worse than it was, that was fun). I was wrapt not to have
dumped the bike again, but by the time I was back at the van, I'd
felt like I'd been on the bike for 100 hours and really had had
enough. So geared off and just talked/watched for the rest of the
day.
So my weekend was not a great success, but when someone commented to
me "it would have been more fun at work", I told him "no way, even in
my worst moments I'd rather have been here than anywhere else". I
couldn't find the camera so no photos. It took us about 1-1/2 hours
to clean the bikes - even the gear had to be waterblasted, and the
bikes don't look clean, just the mud won't bake on now :)
Sean, if you read this, I'd like to thank you for your help &
patience today, I did enjoy it, just my body didn't. Will talk/email
you at some stage about getting Vanessa up there riding with us, as
the more women out there the better. :)
Hope everyone had a fun weekend, no matter what you did :)
Michelle
I've worked out a way to talk to you somehow :)
MJ, welcome to the forum/dirtbiking, it's great and very addictive
(sorry, I'm having trouble posting, so hope you read this welcome) :)
I'd been looking forward to this weekend, as we had 2 days of riding
planned (okay, I had). Day 1 turned out to be a non-event, as
everyone decided they'd rather cut trails. But I'd had a bit of a
ride around beforehand, just not very exciting. We'd had to turn back
just as we got to the good bit as someone wanted one of the bikes
(why else have females who ride, if not to steal their bikes when you
want).
Day 2 was a training day. The club decided to put one on, so had
everything set up. The rain came, the clay turned to mud, the course
too difficult for some of us, especially with a nasty uphill to start
with. In the dry it wouldn't have been so bad, but with the mud it
was ugly - ruts, bits of logs, I even noticed the odd rock. Oh, of
course you had a minor creek crossing beforehand, with a left/right
combination. Anyway, my bike made it up, just not with me onboard. By
the time I was at the top I was stuffed. As we were the last ones, we
were heading back to start the day's training.
Going along the gravel road at one stage, I slowed down to check my
tyres as the front felt flat. Henk & Sean asked what was wrong, so I
told them, Sean told me it was just that forest. I just shrugged and
went to go again, but before I knew what happened I was on my side on
the road. Damn, I hate that. Turned out my front brakes were locked
on (I had wondered what the smell was, but put it down to coolant as
the bike was hot, even though it didn't smell right).
Ah well, upright again, made it back with a few moments along the
way. Well, the training began with me going "no way in hell, uh uh, I
ain't doing that, it's not my day" - practising getting over logs.
Well, with help, I bulldozed my bike over and got sent on my way
again. Back to the hill. Hmmm, I'm going back to the van, I'm done in
(having gotten stuck, dropped the bike umpteen times along the way,
not to mention the swim in the puddle - damn, that water was cold).
Decided stuff this, I may as well watch for a while, just to relax &
get my breath back. Stood around for a bit, decided I was just
getting too cold, so started heading back. Got to a corner, saw a
swamp in front of me and decided I was going the wrong way. Went back
to the turn off I'd seen before, noticed an arrow, tried to work out
the best way to cross that hole, decided to walk back to where I'd
come from to check I was going the right way (I'm useless with
directions). Along came a quad who told me I was right the first
time, so turned the bike around and headed off through the swamp
(looked worse than it was, that was fun). I was wrapt not to have
dumped the bike again, but by the time I was back at the van, I'd
felt like I'd been on the bike for 100 hours and really had had
enough. So geared off and just talked/watched for the rest of the
day.
So my weekend was not a great success, but when someone commented to
me "it would have been more fun at work", I told him "no way, even in
my worst moments I'd rather have been here than anywhere else". I
couldn't find the camera so no photos. It took us about 1-1/2 hours
to clean the bikes - even the gear had to be waterblasted, and the
bikes don't look clean, just the mud won't bake on now :)
Sean, if you read this, I'd like to thank you for your help &
patience today, I did enjoy it, just my body didn't. Will talk/email
you at some stage about getting Vanessa up there riding with us, as
the more women out there the better. :)
Hope everyone had a fun weekend, no matter what you did :)
Michelle