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Having never done this before I am a little reluctant about this approach to RR’s. Yet after spending about a year now reading over there RR’s I have decided to try my hand at this.
Narrative is a funny animal some times. Describing the hills and valleys, crashes and flats etc. can be very funny and helpful for those of us stuck in a cubical most of the day.
Yet one man’s “funny situation” can be another mans boredom. I will do my best to not be uninteresting.
I have a motorcycle because I like to explore trails or roads I have not been down before. Actually gravel and dirt are my preferred exploration venues.
Also on my rides I have found old cars, old car parts, boats and even on one occasion a stolen Cadillac. Forget old mines in Colorado, you have not lived till you ride upon a felony in progress.
In my area of the world riding the far reaches of the country are not as easy as finding the latest GPS tracks and taking off down that road, or trail.
I don’t live in Colorado and all of the land near me is privately owned. Many of these areas are being converted from private agriculture to housing and commercial real-estate development as I type this. Re-purposing the land is big bizz in this part of the world.
Typically a farm or ranch is sold to a developer and first thing I notice is the old home stead begins to look abandoned. The grass grows up around the home and barn and then the developers pull down the fence around the property.
Crossing a fence is something I will not do!
That is the signal, no fence! The dirt roads are carved into the property and road equipment begins to appear.
At that point I know I have a new riding area. Some of these old ranches are many thousands of acres. In some cases it will take the builder several years to complete the plans he has for the area.
So this will be about the riding in these areas. New to everyone and they will only last for a short time before the new fences are built and the new owners get picky about dirt bikes leaving tire tracks in their yards.
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What do I call this: Urban hooligan won’t work because this is really a sub-urban whatsit! The places where the spread of civilization hits the old, used to be, country side. Hooligan seems silly also. After all I am 59 year old baby boomer on a KLR.
So I will just call it suburban adventure riding?
Ugh! That term is so used up!
How about “chewing up the soon to be Hood?”
Oh well, I will work on a name.
Oh and By the way I am not anti-Colorado, if anyone thought that. I just consider what I do so very far from that type of riding.
This is what triggers a reaction in my head to search this place out... Problem was right over the small hill was a locked gate.
I guess the developer is waiting for a better economy. That's OK. More pics and places to come.
Phil
Narrative is a funny animal some times. Describing the hills and valleys, crashes and flats etc. can be very funny and helpful for those of us stuck in a cubical most of the day.
Yet one man’s “funny situation” can be another mans boredom. I will do my best to not be uninteresting.
I have a motorcycle because I like to explore trails or roads I have not been down before. Actually gravel and dirt are my preferred exploration venues.
Also on my rides I have found old cars, old car parts, boats and even on one occasion a stolen Cadillac. Forget old mines in Colorado, you have not lived till you ride upon a felony in progress.
In my area of the world riding the far reaches of the country are not as easy as finding the latest GPS tracks and taking off down that road, or trail.
I don’t live in Colorado and all of the land near me is privately owned. Many of these areas are being converted from private agriculture to housing and commercial real-estate development as I type this. Re-purposing the land is big bizz in this part of the world.
Typically a farm or ranch is sold to a developer and first thing I notice is the old home stead begins to look abandoned. The grass grows up around the home and barn and then the developers pull down the fence around the property.
Crossing a fence is something I will not do!
That is the signal, no fence! The dirt roads are carved into the property and road equipment begins to appear.
At that point I know I have a new riding area. Some of these old ranches are many thousands of acres. In some cases it will take the builder several years to complete the plans he has for the area.
So this will be about the riding in these areas. New to everyone and they will only last for a short time before the new fences are built and the new owners get picky about dirt bikes leaving tire tracks in their yards.
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What do I call this: Urban hooligan won’t work because this is really a sub-urban whatsit! The places where the spread of civilization hits the old, used to be, country side. Hooligan seems silly also. After all I am 59 year old baby boomer on a KLR.
So I will just call it suburban adventure riding?
Ugh! That term is so used up!
How about “chewing up the soon to be Hood?”
Oh well, I will work on a name.
Oh and By the way I am not anti-Colorado, if anyone thought that. I just consider what I do so very far from that type of riding.
This is what triggers a reaction in my head to search this place out... Problem was right over the small hill was a locked gate.
I guess the developer is waiting for a better economy. That's OK. More pics and places to come.
Phil
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