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Discussion in 'Ride Reports - Day Trippin'' started by Mr Dual Sport, Sep 21, 2013.
No, there will be three before I leave again. Ducked taped in 3 different bags.
While MrDS was riding home, Wox, N2Moto, and I rode over to the Little Sand Gap, parked the bikes on the dunes, and hiked the rim looking for arrowheads.
We didn't find any but Wox found a dragon's skull
Good hike, amazing views.
On the way back to camp, we all took different lines through the dunes and playa edge. I made it back first and was wondering where everyone else was because I could have sworn that I saw Wox in front of me at one point. He must have stopped?
Oh here he comes.
All of this excitement was happening and I had fallen asleep on the couch with my dog and woke up in a pool of drool to 5 "missed" calls from Mr. DS
Been there, broke that. Learned that lesson and have since lost my chain tool and not replaced it??
The wind had been blowing all day and the sailcar arrived that night. Rigging commenced immediately and the sailing was great. I let Wox have the helm when it was my turn and ended up screaming like a little girl. It's ok, he'll get his ...
Oh, are those clouds forming over the mountains?
Tired from hiking and with a big ride planned for the next day, I went to sleep while they were still sailing.
...gonna try to wait for Wachs or the other guys to come back with some photos before jumping ahead.
In the meantime, here's a preview
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awesome photos guys..
I'm stuck working frantically trying to catch up but will put something together tonight. In the meantime, it was great to meet up with N2Moto and everyone else out there.
Saturday was an epic. :eek1
Here's Pat scaring the wildlife on a nice and cool, windy Saturday morning - it sure started out great!
Justin took off early enough on friday morning - burly, long ride ahead.
Rode the bikes out to the sand gap and went for a little hike, probably a few miles of walking on a beautiful summer-like day in the desert.
Found this and nothing else
Nice time spent with these seemingly mellow cats
Took a $5 soak with the group
Had a little party that night
N2 showed some diesel powered thighs
My brother and Colleen bought this big ol tent
Cool in the morning with some sprinkles forecast. N2 graciously offered to swap out his SM wheels so Professor could go for the ride with us.
Took off kinda late but we were having fun immediately. Kurt rallying the road off the playa.
Yeah N2 a mellow cat -
Great pics, looks like fun.
Nice dog shots!
Leaving the playa on Saturday morning
KillUrTV en route to Coyote Lake
N2Moto flat tracking on the fun winding two track out of Coyote Lake
Here comes Wachs
Oh good, still wearing clothes
Beautiful day, Oregon Canyons bound...
That is the forecast that we all saw before the trip (saved off the mega text message planning thread).
We seem to have all dismissed it as a slight chance of minor showers.
Remind me to list the mistakes later...
Back to the ride.
Climbing up into the Oregon Canyon Mountains
From the top we can see that it's raining back in the Alvord. Uh Oh
Onward towards another playa and our mountain tour goal
My bike came with this stupid thermometer dipstick that suddenly decided to fail. Engine oil is puddling on it then flicking little drops on to myself and dripping on the header for that wonderful burnt petroleum odor.
Who cares what temp the XR is? Stupid invention.
We stop at a junction to try and JB Weld the thing sealed.
It didnt work, now I have a slurry of hot oil and diluted JB Weld spooging around and stinking
KillUrTV on the 990
Beastly in the poof dust
Got to this really fun high-speed, rock free run.
N2 swapped me his tranny plug off the 450 (not pressurized) and the leaking stopped - thanks N2!
Found our way up into the north end of the mountains
Heavy weather to the west of us. Hmmmm, thats where were headed. Oh itll just sprinkle a little, well be fine.
The ride after this lunch stop started to get a little hectic and I basically stopped taking photos.
The Professor had a get-off. I'll let him elaborate. We met a 90 year old rancher who had lived his whole life in the area and his son exploring on a side-by-side. The Professor scored a beer.
My bike stopped running just as the rain was starting to hit the mountains. It died suddenly when I hit a little bump so it had to have been some loose electrical connection. No blink codes to go by this time but wiggling all the wires including the infamous coil connectors. After that it ran perfectly the rest of the day (thank goodness)
By the time we hit Whitehorse ranch road, the rain was pelting us hard and we were getting wet and cold fast. ("It won't do more than sprinkle...")
Wach's bike needed a couple of fuel transfers to reach Fields on fumes.
What did I forget?
We arrived at Fields soaked and shivering just in time to get food orders in before the grill was shut down.
I sacrificed a space blanket/bag and made it into some very fashionable underwear. Wachs got in on the act. I will never NOT have one of those in my pack again. It worked like magic and I was comfy all the way back to camp.
As we were riding into Fields and getting warmed up, the thought coming to the fore for all of us was the state of the playa and our camp on the FAR side of it. N2Moto and I were especially concerned since we both had dogs couped up in the vans.
Epic! I can't wait for the next set of pics!
I ALWAYS carry a space blanket in my pack. Never know. There is also a master link now taped in there, and my one in my tank bag and one in my Coyote. Won't make that mistake twice!
Yes I always carry a space blanket for emergency shade or bivy. I've deployed it for the former a few times. But it was just the thing to keep warm after getting soaked and cold.
Yea, it was the first get off of the entire trip for me. I digger into the ground as I was hammering my way up a rocky trail when the front wheel hits a rock and moves left, the momentum continues and the bike power-drives me into the ground at speed. I think I might have a concussion, then a deep breath tells me the ribs are affected. I have broken my ribs before and the feeling is unmistakeable.
Here are a couple of x-rays that I got on Monday:
In the center, you can see where rib 6 is broken and displaced
Rib 7 is fairly obvious on the left side.
The beer was great. If you are going to crash, its nice to have beverages delivered to you asap. I know there are some photos of me trying to get my shit together. Looking forward to seeing those, not!
I have a rule, now broken like ribs 6 and 7, "Don't borrow someone's bike or hold someone's baby, because you will either fall in love with it, or drop it" I dropped it! Hard.
After an appropriate amount of time, I decide I can ride out, there really is no option. But I'm still a little shaken up, so N2 takes my bike up the rest of the rocky uphill. I walk, slowly. Kicking it over is difficult, but fortunately adrenaline is working for me. At this point we still have over a hundred miles to camp. It is a very long and painful ride especially the washboard on White Horse Ranch Rd.
No more photos for me as it was all whiskey and ibuprofen after that.
We all survived that hella ride. More chaos awaits.
Come on. I have lots of work to avoid. On with the story.
Disaster Peak out there. My bike will need to mooch some fuel to get to Fields. No problem, theres plenty extra on the others machines.
I come around this rocky corner and Professor is down!
He rung his bell pretty good and takes his time getting it together.
But hes not bleeding or anything, seems like hell shake it off. Were about 1/2 way through the ride and as far away from a rescue as possible at this point.
Professor hops back on the bike and we continue south. The temperature is dropping and we can smell rain blowing our direction.
Down off the summit and headed into the weather we come to this little obstacle and theres no KurtW?
N2Moto scouts the line.
more . . .