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Discussion in 'Day Trippin'' started by RACINGTHESUN, Apr 12, 2014.
Right on, I will have to check it out.
I am pretty sure I saw you guys spinning around the camp or at least your bikes. I remember checking out some KTMs including one that had some sweet RallyCross tires I would love to get a set of. Glad you guys had a good time too.
Wow, that's some serious mileage on your cop bicycle! I had no idea bike cops rolled that far in a day, that's impressive. I'm a mad dog for bicycling and ride the hills and mountains of Virginia all the time on my cyclocross bike, but 110 miles of WRT on fat tires is a whole different animal from flat pavement. I'm pushing 57 now and one Dougpower ain't what it used to be , but I still love the sport as much as I love motorcycling. Some day I'll get back out to Moab and hopefully test out my WR250R where I've ridden all kinds of other bikes. I love that thing but it's difficult to find challenging terrain for it here in Virginia - the roads are all nicely groomed gravel or asphalt. The street riding is phenomenal - we live ~20 miles from the Blue Ridge Parkway and that's just the tip of the iceberg around here. I did find one cool challenging section of road near my home:
Kind of the other side of the coin from Moab, eh? Thanks again for sharing your trip, Doug.
Did the bycycle cop thing for quite a while. It was kind of a treat to be able to do it. A break from the patrol car. They are mostly for public relations. I did get to take out a guy running away with the whole rear tire slide thing once, that was really cool. The one incident that comes to mind is one night my partner and I saw this teenager (at least he appeared to be one) behind a housing area late at night. We did a voice challenge on the kid and he took off on his bike through the sand, and the grass and the woods. We chased him for miles through the woods, but he just left us in the dust. We both ended up wiping out on a log and laughed so hard we couldn't stand up and said, damn I need a cigarette. Never did know what the kid was doing but he sure did leave us late 20's smoking and drinking cops in the dust. We always did bike safety at the local school for the grade school age kids, and joked after we should do the dangers of smoking. Never will forget that, and it still makes me laugh to this day
Sorry about the delay guys and gals, but I have been pretty busy and lazy lately.
So while riding the WRT Paul had his fender rack hit pretty hard when his shock bottomed out, Hope I am telling this story right. Hopefully, Paul (Manco) will join in to tell the story better and post better pics. Well, he hit hard and broke the hell out of his rack and even damaged his license plate. He decided it would be best to head back to camp and call it a day.
Here is another video...
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I find that hockey practice jerseys are a cheap alternative to MX riding hear. The armor fits underneath no problem. Only about $9-12 on Amazon. They breathe nicely and keep you cool when it gets hot.
That picture was taken on the road climbing out of the Green River portion of the WRT. The road is extremely steep with switchbacks and is covered with tiny little round gravel. To me it was the scariest part of the whole WRT and technically was really not part of the WRT. Jim and I asked what the hell where they thinking putting that kind of gravel on such a road?!
After getting to the pavement we were still about 12 miles or so from camp. Jim had a sprocket that would only allow him to go 45 mph top speed on his moto. My moto would still go 65 with the sixth gear even with the 52 tooth rear sprocket. I felt obligated to ride slow with him because he waited for me on the technical stuff all day long, and had after all saved my life the day before on the slick rock trail! Unfortunately, that feeling of obligation waned, and I had already downed my first beer before he got back to camp He understood, I can't ride that slow!
More WRT video
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I can't even begin to tell you how much I have wanted to ride Lockhart Basin. That was without a doubt one of the must do roads/trails for the trip to Moab. Manco decided with his moto problems (I think he just wanted to work on his moto) that he would sit out the Lockhart Basin road. Jim and I wouldn't miss it for the World though. So early on the 8th I rode the 9 miles from my camp South on 191 to McDonald's in Moab to meet Jim and his wife Lisa. Jim and Lisa are just super nice people. They strike me as the kind of folks who would go out of their way to help somebody in need, even a total stranger. I am usually a pretty good judge of character, so I am sticking with my feelings about Jim and Lisa.
We had decided to trailer the motos with Jim's vehicle down to the start of the Lockhart Basin road. I had read that the road is way easier riding from South to North on that road. Boy were they ever right.
Saw another place on the way down to the start of the road that I have wanted to see forever and a day. Newspaper Rock The sign that is at the National Historic Site says that the petroglyphs were all done before 1300 A.D. However, you can clearly see that more than one carving has a figure riding a horse. What the heck? The Spanish didn't reintroduce the horse to North America until the 1500's. I had brought that fact up before on this site, and was told the carvings were actually through the 1700's. Somebody, one of the so called experts, should probably fix the sign in the park. It kind of makes them seem not so smart.
Pretty soon we all arrived at the start of the road and Jim and I unloaded and were on our way up Lockhart Road to the basin. I know we passed right under the needles overlook, but I never saw where exactly when we did pass under it.
While on the road we saw some riders from a meetup riding group out of Illinois. A couple of the guys were named Dan and Jim and were staying in the very next camp site next to Manco and I. Jim stopped me as we were starting Lockhart. They had ridden North to South, and had left around 9am. It was only 1130am, and that is a testament as to how great they could ride. Sorry I don't have any picutures of those guys. One of the videos has one of the guys from that group on a giant KTM. He had lost a bungy cord. I just can't believe he had ridden that road on that humongous moto. Now that I think about it the Big and Little Wan rode Lockhart two up the schoolbus. Like Garth and Wayne would say, I'm not worthy, I'm not worthy. Wow! You just have to see how big some of the obstacles are on the road, and then you will understand. Just glad Jim and I rode it from South to North, it was much easier, and I only had to be helped on one of the obstacles. Like some one of the guys from the Illinois group said, you are a good rider, but you lack confidence. I agree, it hasn't been that long since my last broken bones, and it totally makes me lack confidence going over the huge obstacles. The very end of the road is in my opinion the hardest part. Going North or South will test the unskilled rider.
After Lockhart we went to chicken corners, onto Kane Springs road into Moab. We saw some more petroglyphs on the canyon wall right where the pavement started.
Ok, I asked manco to tell what happened on the way back from the WRT. That is part of the reason why this trip was named "Carnage in Moab". You will have to wait for the rest of the reason why it was called that. Maybe a day or so the RR will be done. The videos take forever to be processed and uploaded.
Here is a compilation of the whole days ride. It is quite long but full of beautiful scenery. I just wish you could tell how big something is in a video or picture.
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Well I was hoping to get more together but I am still beat down from the trip. Here is a bit more details about the WRT for now. It may take a bit but more will be coming eventually.
The incident mentioned about my rack was pretty crazy. I overloaded the little bigger and ended up breaking the rear bracket of the rack in a big whoop section. When the rack broke the front brackets were solid as was the strapped down load. Thing of it is the brackets that held allowed the rack and load to swing front to back. Whenever the rack swung back the load pushed my licence plate into the travel path of the rear wheel. So for about a mile before I realized my rack was loose whenever I hit a big whoop the rack would swing back and crrrrzzzcht my licence plate got mangled. I thought I had blown a shock or something. Shortly there after I stopped and discovered the damage.
While the load was strappable I just decided to pull out of the ride. I pretty much enjoy riding like the Devil is on my heels so unless my bike is 100% I don't enjoy risking things. I had pretty much seen what the WRT was about by then anyhoo. There was a road straight back to Moab from where we were so I took that back to Moab.
On the way back I got to enjoying drifting corners a little too much. I ended up sliding out on one. It was a sketchy crash. I stayed calm and the bike performed well. Pretty much at about 55-60mph I intentionally put the bike on its side and slid to a stop instead of loosing complete control. Not much happened to me or the bike. I nabbed a few bruises and the licence plate got mangled more on the bike. Finally I got back to Moab and ran around getting a few things to rebuild my rack.
The next day I hung out around camp fiddling with my bike and resting. I also swung through town again and ate my weight in pizza at Zach's. I was calorie starved from all the riding in the previous days so the "all you can eat" pizza special is what I went for. A week in the desert is a long time to be riding. Taking a day in off in the middle was a nice break.
I missed seeing this photo earlier. That poor rack. It was probably rated for 8lbs.
Lets see I had on the rack:
a first aid kit
a survival kit
enough tools, parts & supplies to fix most things on a vintage bike in the middle of the desert
a tow rope in case things really went pear shaped on the ride
plus some other junk
hmmm.. lets see where is my calculator 2lbs & 1lb & 5lb make 8lb, plus 4lb with the other stuff, then you gotta add the tools which makes the total weight roughly... oh boy, around 20 lbs. Yah, that rack was a wee bit over loaded.
Sorry for the delay, but I have been pretty busy lately. I will try to post the rest of the RR tonight.
Decided to go ahead and post a little more now.....
Wednesday 9 April 2014,
Dan and Jim the riders from the Chicago riding group invited Manco and I to ride with them on that day. So first thing in the morning we got up, suited up and took off on a ride with the group to a trail north of arches view (sorry can't remember the name). Well there was a slight problem, mainly for me. We didn't realize that there was more than one riding group. One was the take it easy moto riders who wanted to take pictures and relax so to speak, and the other group made up of really fast ride with your hair on fire through the desert a zillion miles per hour moto riders
Manco and I accidentally took off with the wrong group and got some seriously dirty looks. They had no idea we had been invited to ride with the take it easy group by Dan and Jim. Being from Chicago, they beat Manco and I to a pulp and left us for dead on the side of the trail. Ok, just kidding, but one of us was seriously out of our league riding with these guys from Chicago. I will give you one guess who it was. You guessed it me.
I didn't realize it until Manco told me the following day that we got in with the wrong group. Anyway, I chased their dust through the desert for a little while and decided that me being the slow rider would be polite and just go ride on my own for the day. I could only imagine how annoying it would be to have to wait for somebody every 10 minutes or so. I have a short video of me catching up to these guys and then telling Manco that I was going to ride some trails on my own. Manco had no problem keeping up with these guys on his XT600 even though all these were riding street legal dirt bikes. He is one heck of a rider. Even though he is a nice guy and would wait for me, I decided that wouldn't be cool to ask him to do that because he loves to ride really fast, and I don't.
So off I went, and at the last minute I decided I wanted to ride all the way down to Butler Wash and back up 191 to Moab. I thought Butler Wash was a really nice little road. Lots and lots of cattle on the road, so be careful if you go. The road itself was extremely easy with just a little bit of deep sand in places. I wanted to visit Monarch Cave, and somehow missed it. By the time I realized I had missed it, I had already rode 12 miles or so. So, I said next time. I still had a few places to check out and the day was getting old.
Saw a few vehicles on Butler Wash. Ran over a million cow patties on Butler Wash. Glad they didn't get thrown up on my back side
After Butler Wash I decided to go and see the River Ruins House. I had downloaded a GPX file that somebody had posted, and it was obviously a little bit off, because there were no ruins. There was a lot of really deep sand in the wash. That was actually kind of fun because my sand riding skills had greatly improved since going to Moab. Then I went and saw the Sand Island Petroglyphs.
After looking in vain for the River House Ruin. I was incredibly hungry and ended up eating in Bluff, Ut at the Twin Rocks Cafe". My server was a very nice young lady named Vikki.
I was so dirty and stank so bad I decided to eat outside. The weather was the warmest yet and it had been in the mid 80's. So, I was pretty ripe by the time 430 rolled around. Here is the picture of where I ate my dinner.
After eating nothing but camp food for the previous week, the restaurant food was a welcome change. I did most of the cooking, and Manco and I enjoyed Ribeyes and Lambchops done on the grill. So, we did eat pretty well for being at a campsite.
Don't know why, but I didn't take a lot of video or pictures on April 9th. The first short video is me catching up with the group. Sorry I can't remember the name of the trail. The latter part is me saying Adios to Paul and telling him I would be back late. Didn't know I was going to Butler Wash yet though.
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RACINGTHESUN,, you must have altered something in your photobucket acct. settings. I have learned the hard way, that if you change the size of your photos, the ones that you have already posted will go away.
Unfortunately I surpassed the allotted "free" bandwidth and had to open a premium account. Should be fixed now.
Really liked reading the ride report! The pics and videos are really making me want to load up and travel cross country to ride Moab.
Glad you enjoyed it! In fact I have been really lazy and busy at the same time, trying to get my house ready to sell. Trying to get the hell out of stuckupville. To many rude, stuckup, and obnoxious people here in Boulder County. Good folks live here also, but they are few and far between.
I plan on finishing the RR very soon. Only have one more day so maybe I can finish it soon.
What part of Colorado are you out of? I just moved to the West side (the best side) of Colorado Springs even though I am working out of the Comanche National Grassland this summer. I would like to learn more about your group.
[I have been on that seemingly mild "steep" grade. YES it is steep
QUOTE=RACINGTHESUN;23927888]Got up bright and early after experiencing a terrible wind storm all night. Also had frost on everything and man was it cold! The weather greatly improved after that though.
After Jim showed up, the three of us drove over to the WRT via Gemini Bridges Road. Like many of the roads in Utah, Gemini Bridges does not disappoint in the scenery category. You just keep going up, up, and up it seems until the cars and trucks on hwy 191 are tiny specks.
It wasn't too long until we were at the end of the road and it came to a T intersection. We waited a little while there so Jim could look at the map and make sure we were at the right place. Manco took the opportunity to go drool over some ladies Husaberg. Hey, it is my dream moto also. Maybe some day when I can rob a bank and get away with it.
A few pics of the day...
The little chapel at our campsite..
Other riders at the T intersection we stopped at..
Now just where the heck are we Jim?
Paul was having a rough day. He was sitting here putting his GOPRO back together after it fell off and part of the mount broke off. That was just part of the carnage of the day. It gets much worse. For Manco anyway.
I believe this pic was taken at the top just before going down the Shafer switchbacks? I forget their name, spectacular views. Here are a few pics from there.
You can see the road we would be traveling shortly here on the canyon floor
Stopped here for lunch after going down the switchbacks
Looking back where we came from...
I was gonna jump, but Jim and Manco talked me out of it. They told me too many people would miss me it I did. It was a little hard for me to believe also. Those big chickens wouldn't even come near the edge and had the nerve to laugh at me when I crawled back.
This is a pic of more carnage for Manco on the WRT. His rack on the back of his XT broke. Paul said he had too much weight on it and it broke when the shock bottomed out. He also practically destroyed his license plate. Rubbed off the decal on it and bent the hell out of it anyway.
So Manco decided it would be best for him to go back to camp and work on his XT while Jim and I continued on the WRT. We later figured out that he would not have made the whole trip with the gas mileage he was getting anyhow. Jim and I were bummed for Manco, but the trip must go on.
Thought these cactus looked cool..
The road ahead
Jim on the WRT
We drove on pretty flat terrain for what seemed like 30 miles or so and finally came to a rise and there in the middle of nowhere was this front end loader (?)
We stopped here for a little while and had a snack before going up this ridiculously steep grade. As always, doesn't look as steep in the picture
Didn't seem like it was all that far and we were in the lush green valley of the green river.
Some video of the WRT ride
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Thats it for tonight, will continue with more of the WRT video tomorrow and tales of carnage, unless Manco wants to tell what happened on his ride back to camp from the WRT.[/QUOTE]
Time to finish this report up.
Woke up on the morning of the 10th of April refreshed and ready to go riding. Decided to go up in the Onion Creek area and check that out. Rode by myself again, and tried to meet up with Jim and Dan who had left earlier and were riding up in that area also. Turns out I never did find them.
What I did find was some very good riding that was pretty easy with some amazing scenery. Onion Creek did have kind of an odd smell, which gives it the name. However, it did not smell too much like onions. It was a rather not too pleasant odor.
The first pics are from the highway leading from Moab to the Onion Creek turnoff. This road is paved.
The next photo is while on Onion Creek Road. Loved this little valley. It was a lot more green and lavender in color than depicted in the photo. Millions of flowers growing here.
Next the trail took a left turn going up into the Mante Lasal Mountains (sp?) and became part of the Kokopelli Trail. Words can't describe how beautiful it was overlooking the area over towards Moab. It was pretty chilly and ran into quite a bit of snow. Had to turn around and back track. I ended up coming back the same way I had came in after running into extremely deep mud which cause me to change the days riding plan. I later found out that Dan and Jim's Chicago riding group ran into the same problem I did and turned around. They had actually passed me on the road, and didn't know it was me. I didn't realize they had passed me either.
The next day we packed up and headed home for Denver. It was a pretty non-eventful trip home. One of the funniest things I have ever seen was when I dropped off Manco. His dog just had a fit when she saw him. It was so funny. She just yelped and would not let Paul out of her site. She also bared her teeth at me again. Sure she blamed me for her master being gone soo long. Paul tells me that his dog is nice and doesn't bite, but she always turns and bares her teeth at me, For whatever reason that dog does not like me. People say they are good judges of character...hmmm...
The whole trip was a great time. With the exception of the carnage that Manco had. Oh yeah, that reminds me. Manco had another pretty bad crash and actually broke his collarbone while I was up riding around in the Manti La Sal mtns. I will allow him to explain what happened and hopefully post the video of his accident.
A footnote so to speak. The next day we loaded and I realized that my Moto's chain had way way to much slack in it. Dan and Manco looked at it and determined that my rear sprocket had been damaged and that made the chain slack way too much. After I got home and took off the chain though, the sprocket appeared to not be too warn out. I did get an aluminum sprocket, which I did not realize was pretty much just for racing and wears out quickly. Since then, I have got a steel one, and put the stock 43 rear sprocket back on. Manco had a good laugh when I told him I had purchased an aluminum sprocket
I also discovered that the cheap Chinese made cigarette lighter/charger adapter had basically burned up. I mean all the insulation around the wires were completely burned away, and the wires were bare! That explained why the battery would not keep a charge when I got home. I had the wire running under the gas tank to the battery. Glad I didn't get blown sky high! I have since replaced it with another made in China adapter that appears to be of higher quality. Used it the other day and it is doing great. Look for another RR up to Wyoming soon.
Pics of the motos loaded up and headed back after a week of carnage in Moab.
A selfie, ugly as ever...
A final video. This video is from the Onion Creek ride on the 10th of April 2014. Enjoy!
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