Proving something to myself – or, Enduro-ince to the rescue

Hi Doug!
Yeah, it's pretty cool having friends who just happen to have those kind of powers, eh?
May he always be a benevolent one.

Ah yes, the epic of the Kane Creek. A story oft told around camp fires - it still scares the kids.

You told me it costs you an average of $100 every time you take that bike on a ride. What is the tally on this one?

Damn you!!!! I'm almost afraid of washing off the mud to see what's under it. Will do that now.

not intending to make light of your agony of "da-feet"......pun intended....., but thanks for a very entertaining ride report Uli.


Sorry, couldn't resist..

All kidding aside, glad you made it out ok. Hows the monster bike?

My heavens Uli, first where is yo ankles?? No wonder you have open blisters, you have those 18 inch calves and then yo feet, no ankles. There must be some flexing, ie ankles, or blisters are a natural.

Also where is your roll of mole skin?? That stuff is like JB weld, super tape, zip ties, a MUST have!! All my Canadian survival class knew one must have Mole skin!!! I will gladly give you some.

Sure glad all went well and you live to ride again.!! May I suggest you wear more orange, you are almost totally 'rhino bedliner black" also I can send you a pic of proper color combo for that 9fifffity.

Does those twin cans sound as nice as ED's???

keep smiling, gale

If no moleskin, use duct tape. Works like a charm to keep blisters from forming. Available in KTM orange at your local Target.

OK, before this turns into medical thread, it's the picture, Gale. The phone camera piture is all distorted and makes my legs look all funny in that pic. Honestly, I have normal looking legs. Just like that camera makes the rest of me look good, it's all an illusion.
Geez, now I have a leg complex. Do those socks make my legs look fat?

I can't remember what Geek's cans sound like. Mine have the inserts removed but have spark arrestors installed in their place. So now they are aboot as loud as the stock Akros. I did ride for a while with no inserts nor arrestors; a tiny bit on the loud side. WOW!!!! You can hear that monster from miles away. Not too cool.

someone just had to go and quote the foot image again

I taped ankles for over 20 years as a football coach, Bear Creek, Garden City Jr.College, Pinedale High School and I know for sure ankles like those in the pics are the easiest to put a good smooth tape job that will last the entire 4 quarters.

Those tiny/skinny/bony little running backs and their bird legs were a total bit/ er, challenge to tape smoothly , always some tape bunching up just enough to rub a hot spot by the 3 quarter.

I would have given some of my salary to have players with those calves!!!

My 2 cents and I have the grey hair /wrinkles to stick with this story.

gale

One time Tom was bitten by a rattle snake. After three days in agony suffered from the bite the snake finally died .

What an entertaining report!! I'm sitting here reading this with your new friend Dawn, thinking we will have to meet soon....
Glad you made it out out to call Tom! That could have gone really bad..

Gotta agree with Jeff, "I knew you were in trouble" from that 1st pic

Good read, Uli.
It was probaly a good thing you were by yourself. If you were trying to keep up with someone on a smaller bike you might have gone too far.

Heilige Scheiße Dude, das ist schon eine Geschichte!!

PS Blasen saugen...

Tom didn't pick Uli's bike up... he pushed the earth down from under it.

That's impossible. Possible: He lifted the side of the mountain until the bike tipped the other way.

Pfffffff.... "Blasen saugen"

Oh Gale, you're killing man.
But I'll take your advice and put some tape on it NEXT time it happens, I promise. Or, I'll just walk out in my soft wool socks and stash the boots by the bike. But now that I just announced that to the rest of the riding world, they'll all start searching the underbrush for my nice Sidis when they find my abandoned bike like a herd of kids on Easter Sunday. You all stay away from my stinky precious boots, ya hear?