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We decided to head to Juniper Dunes for a nice winter desert ride with some of our club members. Karl had to work Saturday so Firecracker rode over with us, (myself, my son and his friend) for the Saturday ride.
We loaded the four bikes and all the gear Friday night because we had to get going early the next morning. Saturday morning we picked up Firecracker about 7 am and off we went. We met the club about an hour out of town for breakfast and caravanned the next two hours in the fog to the dunes.
There were 14 people on the Saturday ride including myself, Firecracker, my son on his 80, his friend on a KX60 and two other kids on an 80 and a 250. Everyone took off across the desert, which is fairly hardpacked sand trails with soft dunes here & there. I have read and been told that in the sand speed is your friend. Unfortunately I’ve never considered speed a very good friend. Firecracker and I were getting accustomed to the sand and I was at the back of the pack trying to stay upright and making sure I didn’t lose my son or his friend. The rolling dunes make it quite easy to get off track and some of the whoops can easily swallow up a little guy on a 60.
As I crested a hill, I saw Firecracker just up ahead then as I hit the bottom of the hill I flopped over. My bike was still running so I grabbed the clutch, picked it up and headed out, hmmm bars feel funny, oh great they are bent yet again! I caught up to Firecracker as she waited for me and we headed out following the rest of the group.
I was getting more comfortable with the sand and I actually started to feel pretty good. The kids were ripping it up with the guys and I happy to keep the bike upright. We made a nice 20 mile or so loop before starting to head back. We came through a gate, stopped to regroup and the leader said we’d follow the Perimeter Trail around & back to the parking lot for lunch. Everyone fired up & took off, I waited for Firecracker and noticed that she was pounding on her clutch lever. I shut down my bike and Firecracker commented that her lever was hanging up on her bark busters. One of the guys was on top of the hill ahead of us waiting. She got her lever back in place and we took off after the guys. Once cresting the hill we say NO ONE! I picked up a paddle tire track that I assumed was the kid in our group on an 80. We followed it for a while and hit some awesome sandy dunes. I saw a group of bikes on top of one of the dunes and we headed towards them. But when we pulled up by them we noticed that they were not part of our group. Ooops, “you aren’t who we are looking for!” They laughed and asked who we WERE looking for and we told them a different group of guys. I asked where the parking lot was and they told us straight ahead to the powerline then left. Off we went but I couldn’t see the powerlines yet that didn’t bother me since the sand was starting to be fun.
We were having a blast in the sand when I looked back to make sure Firecracker was still following and saw one of the guys from our group. He’d been trying to catch us for quite awhile but kept missing us. He led us back to the group and they told us that they had been quite entertained watching us the whole time with binoculars. They watched us meandering around the dunes while the sweep guy was trying to intersect our trail. He’d blaze across the desert towards us and miss. Then spot us and take off again and miss…..
We started out again heading towards the parking lot. Came to a stop to regroup and discovered that the little guy (my son’s friend) on the 60 was missing. Then we realized that one of the members (the seniormost member) was also missing. A couple guys were just getting ready to go looking when we saw both of the missing riders heading our way. The little guy had tipped over and the other rider had just happened to spot a glimpse of Kawi green in the bushes. We made it back to the parking lot all together for lunch finally.
After lunch, we went out for one more loop. My son’s friend got stuck shortly after we headed out so I stopped to help him. We took off and there was no one in sight. I could see the fenceline so I decided we’d just ride along that until we saw someone. At least that way I knew we’d either hook up with them or just follow the fence back to the parking lot. It wasn’t long before one of the guys caught up to us. We stopped and he said the rest of the group was coming. Everyone showed up except Firecracker. Someone had noticed a single bike down in the bottom just past the next ridge over. Off went 3 of the guys. We were hoping they would find her because it was fairly late in the day. Sure enough, one of them found her and we regrouped again. This loop we stayed together a little closer and we all made it back together.
When we got back to the parking lot, I called Karl to see if he was going to make it over to ride tomorrow. He was already loaded and ready to come join us. Firecracker had a snowboarding trip set up for Sunday so she rode back with a couple guys from the club.
Sunday, we had a leisurely morning and arrived at the dunes about 11:00 am. The kids were ready to roll (I was ready for a nap). There were 9 of us on Sunday. Karl, myself, our two boys, 3 guys from the club and 2 of their kids. My clutch was giving me problems (it is still breaking in from the recent friction replacements). I stopped and Karl helped me get it adjusted (he always takes such good care of me). Off we went to catch up to the group.
This day was kid day completely. We played race to the bushes all day long and they loved it. The guys would pick a spot out on the horizon and everyone would race to it. We went to some of the big dunes where there weren’t any other riders and let the hillclimbing commence. We got to one long sandy climb and I wasn’t sure I wanted to try it. Some of the runs looked easy and some runs looked pretty soft. The guys were tackling all of them usually successfully. The boys were all having a blast trying to make it up the different runs. The kid on the 80 with the paddle tire kept telling me I HAD to try it. Finally about the 3rd time he stopped and told me he would show me which line to take. Okay, okay he zipped up the hill and I followed. It was a lot easier than I thought it would be. WOW!!! I did it. He was quite pleased that he had been able to talk me into trying it. His dad told me that I could go over a ways to some firmer ground to go back down if I didn’t like the soft sand. Nah, I decided, I’ll give it a shot. I headed over the edge, hit the brake and stalled NOT what I wanted to be doing. Of course he and Karl got a good laugh at THAT. I coasted down as the group went over to the next set of dunes and I decided I wanted to try it again. Karl came back down with me and pointed out a little more challenging spot and gave me instructions – SPEED!!! Off I went upppp, uppppp, spppiiinnn, sppppiiiiinnnn ssstttuuuccckkk kerplop over I went. So I was stuck about 2/3 of the way up the hill with the bike on it’s side across the hill upside down. I shut off my gas and flopped the bike over so the wheels were on the downhill side. Picked it up and coasted back down. I listened to Karl’s instructions again and went up where I’d made it before, yes speed is my friend but I don’t trust it yet. We regrouped, played race to the bushes some more and finally it was time to get packed up for the trip home.
The weekend was absolutely beautiful and we all had a blast. Mid 50’s to low 60’s with rain at night and some slight misting off and on made the conditions perfect. I learned to appreciate my new friend speed (kinda) and was getting more comfortable with the soft sand and whoops. It was excellent practice for the Reno trip and my son told me I did good (he rode back with me and his friend kept Karl company). Now if I can just get the thought of “this is gonna hurt” out of my head I’m sure that speed and I will become good buddies!
We loaded the four bikes and all the gear Friday night because we had to get going early the next morning. Saturday morning we picked up Firecracker about 7 am and off we went. We met the club about an hour out of town for breakfast and caravanned the next two hours in the fog to the dunes.
There were 14 people on the Saturday ride including myself, Firecracker, my son on his 80, his friend on a KX60 and two other kids on an 80 and a 250. Everyone took off across the desert, which is fairly hardpacked sand trails with soft dunes here & there. I have read and been told that in the sand speed is your friend. Unfortunately I’ve never considered speed a very good friend. Firecracker and I were getting accustomed to the sand and I was at the back of the pack trying to stay upright and making sure I didn’t lose my son or his friend. The rolling dunes make it quite easy to get off track and some of the whoops can easily swallow up a little guy on a 60.
As I crested a hill, I saw Firecracker just up ahead then as I hit the bottom of the hill I flopped over. My bike was still running so I grabbed the clutch, picked it up and headed out, hmmm bars feel funny, oh great they are bent yet again! I caught up to Firecracker as she waited for me and we headed out following the rest of the group.
I was getting more comfortable with the sand and I actually started to feel pretty good. The kids were ripping it up with the guys and I happy to keep the bike upright. We made a nice 20 mile or so loop before starting to head back. We came through a gate, stopped to regroup and the leader said we’d follow the Perimeter Trail around & back to the parking lot for lunch. Everyone fired up & took off, I waited for Firecracker and noticed that she was pounding on her clutch lever. I shut down my bike and Firecracker commented that her lever was hanging up on her bark busters. One of the guys was on top of the hill ahead of us waiting. She got her lever back in place and we took off after the guys. Once cresting the hill we say NO ONE! I picked up a paddle tire track that I assumed was the kid in our group on an 80. We followed it for a while and hit some awesome sandy dunes. I saw a group of bikes on top of one of the dunes and we headed towards them. But when we pulled up by them we noticed that they were not part of our group. Ooops, “you aren’t who we are looking for!” They laughed and asked who we WERE looking for and we told them a different group of guys. I asked where the parking lot was and they told us straight ahead to the powerline then left. Off we went but I couldn’t see the powerlines yet that didn’t bother me since the sand was starting to be fun.
We were having a blast in the sand when I looked back to make sure Firecracker was still following and saw one of the guys from our group. He’d been trying to catch us for quite awhile but kept missing us. He led us back to the group and they told us that they had been quite entertained watching us the whole time with binoculars. They watched us meandering around the dunes while the sweep guy was trying to intersect our trail. He’d blaze across the desert towards us and miss. Then spot us and take off again and miss…..
We started out again heading towards the parking lot. Came to a stop to regroup and discovered that the little guy (my son’s friend) on the 60 was missing. Then we realized that one of the members (the seniormost member) was also missing. A couple guys were just getting ready to go looking when we saw both of the missing riders heading our way. The little guy had tipped over and the other rider had just happened to spot a glimpse of Kawi green in the bushes. We made it back to the parking lot all together for lunch finally.
After lunch, we went out for one more loop. My son’s friend got stuck shortly after we headed out so I stopped to help him. We took off and there was no one in sight. I could see the fenceline so I decided we’d just ride along that until we saw someone. At least that way I knew we’d either hook up with them or just follow the fence back to the parking lot. It wasn’t long before one of the guys caught up to us. We stopped and he said the rest of the group was coming. Everyone showed up except Firecracker. Someone had noticed a single bike down in the bottom just past the next ridge over. Off went 3 of the guys. We were hoping they would find her because it was fairly late in the day. Sure enough, one of them found her and we regrouped again. This loop we stayed together a little closer and we all made it back together.
When we got back to the parking lot, I called Karl to see if he was going to make it over to ride tomorrow. He was already loaded and ready to come join us. Firecracker had a snowboarding trip set up for Sunday so she rode back with a couple guys from the club.
Sunday, we had a leisurely morning and arrived at the dunes about 11:00 am. The kids were ready to roll (I was ready for a nap). There were 9 of us on Sunday. Karl, myself, our two boys, 3 guys from the club and 2 of their kids. My clutch was giving me problems (it is still breaking in from the recent friction replacements). I stopped and Karl helped me get it adjusted (he always takes such good care of me). Off we went to catch up to the group.
This day was kid day completely. We played race to the bushes all day long and they loved it. The guys would pick a spot out on the horizon and everyone would race to it. We went to some of the big dunes where there weren’t any other riders and let the hillclimbing commence. We got to one long sandy climb and I wasn’t sure I wanted to try it. Some of the runs looked easy and some runs looked pretty soft. The guys were tackling all of them usually successfully. The boys were all having a blast trying to make it up the different runs. The kid on the 80 with the paddle tire kept telling me I HAD to try it. Finally about the 3rd time he stopped and told me he would show me which line to take. Okay, okay he zipped up the hill and I followed. It was a lot easier than I thought it would be. WOW!!! I did it. He was quite pleased that he had been able to talk me into trying it. His dad told me that I could go over a ways to some firmer ground to go back down if I didn’t like the soft sand. Nah, I decided, I’ll give it a shot. I headed over the edge, hit the brake and stalled NOT what I wanted to be doing. Of course he and Karl got a good laugh at THAT. I coasted down as the group went over to the next set of dunes and I decided I wanted to try it again. Karl came back down with me and pointed out a little more challenging spot and gave me instructions – SPEED!!! Off I went upppp, uppppp, spppiiinnn, sppppiiiiinnnn ssstttuuuccckkk kerplop over I went. So I was stuck about 2/3 of the way up the hill with the bike on it’s side across the hill upside down. I shut off my gas and flopped the bike over so the wheels were on the downhill side. Picked it up and coasted back down. I listened to Karl’s instructions again and went up where I’d made it before, yes speed is my friend but I don’t trust it yet. We regrouped, played race to the bushes some more and finally it was time to get packed up for the trip home.
The weekend was absolutely beautiful and we all had a blast. Mid 50’s to low 60’s with rain at night and some slight misting off and on made the conditions perfect. I learned to appreciate my new friend speed (kinda) and was getting more comfortable with the soft sand and whoops. It was excellent practice for the Reno trip and my son told me I did good (he rode back with me and his friend kept Karl company). Now if I can just get the thought of “this is gonna hurt” out of my head I’m sure that speed and I will become good buddies!