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Discussion in 'Racing' started by Bluebull2007, Mar 22, 2010.
Great videos. had me laughing a few times. I wish my '63 Tiger Cub never exploded. Fun bikes.
Fantastic thread, loved reading it. Wish you all the best, (and wish I could do it too! I'll just have to live my dream through your thread for a few years instead hah)
WOW, this is FANTASTIC !!!!!
Bike looks great, keep up on the fitness !!!
right on! glad to hear it!
how'd you keep it from completely filling up with water?!
Swamping a bike is a pain in the ass but not the end of the world. Most bikes are not at redline when they swamp so the engine usually just gets wet. You have to pull the spark plug and kick the engine over until the cylinder clears. You often have to run gas through the carb to flush all the water out, and you often have to drain the exhaust. Once you have everything clean it usually fires back up and can continue on. Swamped my DRZ a few years ago. took a couple of hours but got it running again and all I needed was an oil change when I got home.
Now, if you go into the water at redline you run the risk of bending the connecting rod and destroying the engine.
Hee hee - we didn't...
But as Seth says, it's pretty straightforward to empty out a bike if it does happen (you can see in the third picture in the series above, Julie desperately hitting the kill switch with her right hand!)...
We got it upright and to the bank, then hoiked it up on the back wheel to empty the water out of the exhaust (the bike had been completely submergered for a good couple of minutes before we recovered it)... then took off the tank, took the plug out and kicked it over about 50 times to make sure all the water was out of the cylinder... the first couple of kicks send a stream of water shooting out!
We also emptied the airbox, wrung out the filter etc... I don't remember if we pulled the float bowl, but anyway, reassembled everything, and kicked it a few times... and eventually it fired up on the starter - result!
Poor Julie was soaked to the skin mind you, and we still had to ride over 50 miles back to where the trailer was parked, in March!
Well I appreciate the info it confirms what I have already heard, the photos are great, and though Ive seen them before, theyre a nice collection of what not to do when crossing a river.
I did a training outride today, hit some nice dunes too. I´ll will update with pics & video shortly.
Yes, apologies for the thread hijack (or at least deviation), but I guess it's all useful info for those following the Dos Sertoes, and what the competitors might be expected to deal with? - looks like a cross between a rally and an extreme enduro!
Everything been a bit of a rush lately, but I had to paste a taster of what i have been doing on my training. For those of you keen to ride enduro in Peru, this is what you can expect
Full story to come soon.
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I'll add Peru to my schedule
You look like your just about to land
in 3 or 4 seconds :eek1
I finally got round to putting together a video of the training ride I did on the a week and a half ago. The ride was not my best, albeit the I managed the tricky section of closely spaced small dunes okay.
My hand still wasnt right, and it did not help when I came off in a rocky area after narrowly avoiding getting stuck on a steep, soft dune. You can see that shortly after 3:10 in the video, if you want to skip the dunes, and perhaps the shortest fuel attendant I have ever seen.
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I was actually very lucky the bike did not get hurt or get any broken bones myself. I did manage to bruise my knee badly, through a Asterix kneebrace, as well as my hand. I rode on for another 5-10km before calling it a day, and retiring. I was pretty miffed about being a pissie and giving up so easily, but argued I still needed some time for my older injuries to heal.
Anyway this last week gym went on in earnest and I finished it yesterday with an awesome 8 hour ride that turned into a bit of an epic. I joined up with my pervian mates and we attacked some mountains. Starting at sea level we climbed up to 1050m following a mountain ridge. I´ll wright a more detailed report in the next couple of days, in the meantime, here is a small taster:
Oh, BTW I have included an index on the first page if you have come in late and don't feel like trawling through all the comments to get to the good stuff.
oh dont we all know that feeling when it starts to go wrong and there's nothing you can do about it...
the trails of dirtbike riding!
On Saturday I went out training again, it turned out to be only a 190km round trip, but little did I know what an epic it would turn out to be.
The green is my normal route out to meet the Enduro nuts of Peru, who wisely choose to trailer their bikes to San Bartolo. I choose to ride there from my house, this added another much needed 136km to my training day, more than two thirds of it across open desert.
It was an uncharacteristicly clear winters day. If its clear in the desert, then it hot. But at 07h00 made for perfect riding weather. I had no serious mishaps albeit one or two little incidents in the dunes, both a result of stupidity.
The rest of the time was just a nice romp. You can see my destination, San Bartolo in the distance on the coast.
Every Saturday at San Bartolo is an enduro riding day for anything between 50 and 100 riders, at the top of their game in terrain desert very familair to them.
Its daunting when you ride with these guys, theyre clearly a very skilled group of riders who take no prisoners.
A group of seven of us set off in the direction of the hills.
We started with the usual fun and games of hitting the nearest steep slopes. Spot the rider & dust trail in the above pic....
The first time riding down these "hills" I thought I was going to die. But once you have a good understanding of what to do and not do with the front brake, not to mention a healthy respect for the whoops at the bottom, it can be quite a lot of fun. Of course if you get it wrong.... :eek1
We followed a road which became a single track after a couple of clicks.
The single track gradually got steeper and more technical. I got caught behind another trapped rider. My bike was a little overheated, so I had a bit of a rest while others tried to sneak past me.
Walking the bike didn't help either. The only way to get up this section was to ride it up.
After about half an hour everyone was at the top of the neck, and we descend into another dry valley with a big, rocky wash in the bottom.
Then the route took us up a ridge line.
The riding started easily, but soon reduced to a series of technical steep sections that was more akin to trials riding than enduro. You can just make out a rider scrabbling up the track in the distance. Must rush off now, more soon.
The riding where you live is astonishing....
Yeah, what he said
I may move to Peru.... how are the beaches?
Well, in that case have some more:
The route wound it way up, higher along this ridge from hell. The sides were ridiculously steep making it imperative to keep to a worn-out track in many places, and this varied between soft, soft sand with no traction and very rocky areas with plenty of traction. Finding the balance was not easy.
The steep, rocky bits especially took it's toll on us. Guys were coming off everywhere, it was carnage out there - Wait- Let me rephrase that, three guys were managing just fine, I was managing average to okay, but it wasn't pretty, and the other three who had also never been here before were coming off all over the place. I know it was selfish but I felt a great relief, these three guys were the same rock-solid riders who could make no mistakes on all my other rides with them; now I was doing better, and it felt great. They were human after all! Each time we came off, it was a battle to get sorted out: Picking the bike up without it sliding off down the mountain was always challenging. Then its was a battle to get the darn thing back down to some suitably level place to turn around and try another attack. After all this effort it was heartbreaking only to come off again perhaps 3 metres further on. This started to wear on both the guys and the bikes fast.
Water became scarce, Fabio's bike also started to give problems, and kept cutting out as well - some or other fuel issue. We asked our leaders, "How much further, socio?"
"Ah, not much further, it gets much easier as we go."
"Ooh, I don't know. Some of us have to get back early, and this bike is giving us problems."
"Noo, its only two little hills, easier than this one, and then its all downhill from there."
Foolishly we all listened, an the conversation was repeated a few times through the day. We rode on,
and on. More steep rocky slopes, it seemed never ending. At least there were some level bits (if you could call it level!) in between, and occasionally even a downhill to do. Guys still falling off everywhere, now with no water, in the hot desert sun, sucking air like oxygen theives. We all started helping one another, and fatigue was becoming a serious problem, I know I was beginning to really battle with dehydration. Every time someone came off, the train stopped, some could rest, while others who were closest helped out. We always stayed in the group, getting caught out here in the open was not really an option worth considering. Going back was now almost not an option, we were committed to riding this through.
The one bloke (I forget his name now, sorry), who probably rode the best out of all of us told me he came off on this route the last time, and he ended upside down on his back, facing dowhill just above a cliff, with a mild concussion and three ribs broken close to the spine. They had to use bike straps to pull the bike up the mountain, and he had no option but to ride down with his injuries. Self-rescue out here is the order of the day, and you are intensly aware of it when you ride. I was focusing on my new rule: Crashing is not allowed, especially seeing I have committed so much to the Dos Sertoes already. It worked well and all my offs were minor and injury free.
Finally we made it to the top after more promises about the easy way on turned out to be false. The view was spectacular, with some dizzying drop-offs on both sides. Still it was the hope that drove some of us on. By now things were really rough, we must have spent an hour or more near the summit, rescuing bikes, or just waiting for someone to rest enough to press on without going off the precipice. Amazing to think that we literally ridden up a mountain to an altitude of 1,050m from 50m! Thats as high as Table Mountain in South Africa!
Unfortunately my camera battery died here, so I don't have any of footage of some of the most radical downhill riding I have ever done. I have some video as of the climbs and stuff as well, would any of you be keen to see it?
But first we had a couple more technical climbs to manage. The field spread out a little here, more out of self-preservation than anything else: Hanging around in the boiling sun was becoming a problem too, we had to cool down and to cool down we had to get moving. It was a good thing too, because people were getting to the stage of tossing down their bikes and giving up. We cold have gotten a couple of KTM's really cheaply had we tried. Only getting it out of there was included in the price! :biggrin: Seriously, the only reason guys did not give in was because a 40km walk in the mountains with no water just was not going to be succesful, and there was no-one around to lift the poor guy.
I remember thinking that I might be able to get back to the gas station, but I would be in no state to ride another 68km of dunes and rocks back home after that.
The downhills become something that replaced any thoughts of the gas station...how can I describe them? Picture a slope 300m high basically at the angle of repose (37 degrees) covered with rocks and sandy bits. We went straight down a couple of these. I learnt quickly that standing equals coming off over the bars; there is just too much on the front wheel. Sitting gave me more control. Locking my back wheel did nothing of course except keeping my slide relatively straight. This was also a problem when we had to cut across slopes because it drags the bike downwards off the line of travel.
I used my left foot to help stabilise the slide a bit. The front brake was the only thing that stopped uncontrolled acceleration, and if it locks, its all over the bars. I came off twice doing this but after that became quite skilled at literally surfing the bike down the mountain. Speed is better than doing it slowly, it get its over with quickly if nothing else, but with the added risk of losing it after the occasional vertical bit. Some of the guys preferred just to walk their bikes down.
We got to the bottom and waited for the stragglers to fall/slide/toss their way down. The worst was over. From here it would be an easy cruise out the valley to the gas station. -Wrong-
The valley turned out to be filled wall-to-wall with football-sized rocks interspersed with a few deep washouts just to make it interesting. On any other day this would have been fun, but all we wanted was out at this stage. We traversed this wasteland for a few kilometers before arriving at a whooped-out section which we all found quite relaxing after all that we had been through. Then we took a "shortcut" over a small neck to avoid following a long section of the riverbed looping around a moutain. To our horror, the other side was another 150m long ultra-steep downslope. Somehow we all got down this in one piece as well, two guys opting for the long detour in the rocks. Our senior rider Walter did this last slope on a flat-front tyre. Impressive. Big-time respect.
Anyway from there on the riding really did get a bit easier, and about 20 minutes later we straggled into the gas station. After rehydrating in the biker cafe, I felt a lot better and managed to get home unassisted through the desert, despite my initial misgivings. This gave me a boost.
Reflecting on the ride, it really stretched me, but despite a couple of off's here and there which was pretty normal given the conditions, I felt I had never ridden this well before. It also really boosted me when I found I could ride better than some of the maestros, and Im riding a wave of confidence again after a few weeks of feeling pretty down about my chances actually. My hands gave me no problems at all, and although I was pretty pooped at the end of it I felt less exhausted than I have felt on previous long days.
I am slow getting better at this thing now, and with a little bit more training in the gym and a few consecutive long days in the dirt, I will have learnt enough to give this 10 day marathon rally a good bash.