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Here's my take on the day:
Short version: Brrrr. Drone. Hi! w00t. Munch. w00t. splat. snap. Saved. Drone. Wind. Hot tub.
All pics: clicky
Blowhard version:
It was 40*F and calm when I started out on the roadified DR. I was going to go up 95 and wind my way to the cycle park, but getting out a bit later than planned, I decided to blast up I-35. I was prety toasty, but the windblast was fierce, and my seat/suit combination was slippery. I really missed the Futura's slab-manners and comfort.
Anyway, before long I was pulling into the cycle park, and met Lori, who took a pittance and made me sign my name saying I wouldn't sue her when I got stupid.
As folks started to arrive, I met some new friendly people, and their dogs , including:
Rusty (Woodbutcher)
Jeff (Doc) (in black; I think he had a bit of fun) and Rusty's buddy Brad
Philip (pdef) and Tracey (kawgrl, thanks to Hemibee for the screen name reminder). Apologies for calling her Stacey. Tracey was a real trooper, going around trails, having never ridden a dirt bike before today.
John (Irondawg) brought his lovely entourage with him.
John's wife, Lupita, even had a go at this dirt bike stuff, good on her!
I think John's gonna ditch the GS and downsize...
I don't have pics for John (Dyna Sport?) and Tony (Hemibee), and I've probably left out other attendees, sorry...
Btw, it's good to be one of Hemibee's kids, apparently family membership rates each one a KTM. :clap
So, I dropped the pressures in the DR's tires per Rusty's advice, popped off the topcase, and told the DR to pretend it was a dirt bike like the others. The tires sort of gave it away (as did the license plate, turn signals, etc.).
And off we went, with Rusty patiently helping us n00bs out on the various easy trails.
After lunch, I decided to make a go of one of the trails on my own, and of course, managed to do a 1 1/2 small biffs. The 1/2 one was exactly where Tracey had run off trail on the previous run; so it obviously wasn't Tracey, it was a devilish bend. I almost dropped it, but managed to muscle it upright in time.
I wasn't so fortunate (or skilled) a few minutes later, as I froze on a particularly challenging little horseshoe of a turn, and dropped the bike on the left side after venturing a few feet into the weeds.
The picture lies, this rut (viewed from the exit) is easily 12-15' deep...
Time for damage assessment. Uh-ohhhhhhh. Time-out.
I figured I'd better solve this problem somehow, before I run out of Gatorade and wind up joining the horse (?) in the middle of this picture...
Once again, Rusty came through, and provided a usable spare clutch lever that he had kept from his DRZ.
One small problem, my DR has a clutch switch that prevents the engine from starting. That connecting piece had broken off, so I had to use the toolkit's pliers to hot-wire the switch whenever I wanted to start the bike.
Anyway, off I went back to the group. After a bit of jawing with other folks, and a quick spin around the field on Rusty's REALLY FUN CRF230 (ask Doc if you don't believe me ), I re-roadified the DR and myself, and braved the windblast back to Round Rock on I-35, only a few hours after my kitchen pass expired. A couple of Advil and a dip in the hot tub, and I declare the day decidedly dandy.
Despite the little drama caused by warm-weather freezing on that bend, I am happy in that I accomplished my main goal, which was to slide the DR around a bit in the dirt, and get used to that. Rusty (and everyone, really) were great about making it a fun learning experience.
The bike and the tires (Avon Distanzias) were great; the rubber seemed to hook up nicely on all the dry stuff (grass, dirt, gravel), and though the bike hardly ever saw any gear besides 1st (and even that involved a lot of clutch slipppage), the machine was very tractable and fun. On the road, the tires were very quiet and sure-footed. w00t.
Thanks again to Rusty for coordinating a great day, and for coming through in (on?) a clutch.
The only downside of the day, really, is that I think I want yet another type of bike.
Short version: Brrrr. Drone. Hi! w00t. Munch. w00t. splat. snap. Saved. Drone. Wind. Hot tub.
All pics: clicky
Blowhard version:
It was 40*F and calm when I started out on the roadified DR. I was going to go up 95 and wind my way to the cycle park, but getting out a bit later than planned, I decided to blast up I-35. I was prety toasty, but the windblast was fierce, and my seat/suit combination was slippery. I really missed the Futura's slab-manners and comfort.
Anyway, before long I was pulling into the cycle park, and met Lori, who took a pittance and made me sign my name saying I wouldn't sue her when I got stupid.
As folks started to arrive, I met some new friendly people, and their dogs , including:
Rusty (Woodbutcher)
Jeff (Doc) (in black; I think he had a bit of fun) and Rusty's buddy Brad
Philip (pdef) and Tracey (kawgrl, thanks to Hemibee for the screen name reminder). Apologies for calling her Stacey. Tracey was a real trooper, going around trails, having never ridden a dirt bike before today.
John (Irondawg) brought his lovely entourage with him.
John's wife, Lupita, even had a go at this dirt bike stuff, good on her!
I think John's gonna ditch the GS and downsize...
I don't have pics for John (Dyna Sport?) and Tony (Hemibee), and I've probably left out other attendees, sorry...
Btw, it's good to be one of Hemibee's kids, apparently family membership rates each one a KTM. :clap
So, I dropped the pressures in the DR's tires per Rusty's advice, popped off the topcase, and told the DR to pretend it was a dirt bike like the others. The tires sort of gave it away (as did the license plate, turn signals, etc.).
And off we went, with Rusty patiently helping us n00bs out on the various easy trails.
After lunch, I decided to make a go of one of the trails on my own, and of course, managed to do a 1 1/2 small biffs. The 1/2 one was exactly where Tracey had run off trail on the previous run; so it obviously wasn't Tracey, it was a devilish bend. I almost dropped it, but managed to muscle it upright in time.
I wasn't so fortunate (or skilled) a few minutes later, as I froze on a particularly challenging little horseshoe of a turn, and dropped the bike on the left side after venturing a few feet into the weeds.
The picture lies, this rut (viewed from the exit) is easily 12-15' deep...
Time for damage assessment. Uh-ohhhhhhh. Time-out.
I figured I'd better solve this problem somehow, before I run out of Gatorade and wind up joining the horse (?) in the middle of this picture...
Once again, Rusty came through, and provided a usable spare clutch lever that he had kept from his DRZ.
One small problem, my DR has a clutch switch that prevents the engine from starting. That connecting piece had broken off, so I had to use the toolkit's pliers to hot-wire the switch whenever I wanted to start the bike.
Anyway, off I went back to the group. After a bit of jawing with other folks, and a quick spin around the field on Rusty's REALLY FUN CRF230 (ask Doc if you don't believe me ), I re-roadified the DR and myself, and braved the windblast back to Round Rock on I-35, only a few hours after my kitchen pass expired. A couple of Advil and a dip in the hot tub, and I declare the day decidedly dandy.
Despite the little drama caused by warm-weather freezing on that bend, I am happy in that I accomplished my main goal, which was to slide the DR around a bit in the dirt, and get used to that. Rusty (and everyone, really) were great about making it a fun learning experience.
The bike and the tires (Avon Distanzias) were great; the rubber seemed to hook up nicely on all the dry stuff (grass, dirt, gravel), and though the bike hardly ever saw any gear besides 1st (and even that involved a lot of clutch slipppage), the machine was very tractable and fun. On the road, the tires were very quiet and sure-footed. w00t.
Thanks again to Rusty for coordinating a great day, and for coming through in (on?) a clutch.
The only downside of the day, really, is that I think I want yet another type of bike.