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Discussion in 'Thumpers' started by neepuk, Jan 10, 2009.
And to add to that, us small people have a decided advantage when it comes to power to weight ratio.... Many of your world class motorcycle racers, like jockeys, are of a smaller than average stature.
lol, I’m “short”, I’m not “small”......I’m working on it
Went out early in the rain.
Not enough rain to really settle the sand but it did help, and no dust.
Then it got humid and sunny and I pealed off layers, and it was warm going on the tight trails.
I passed 500 miles on the bike, its running great.
I was out early and did not see anyone on the trails.
I could surely improve the power to weight ratio with a diet...
65 dirt miles today, 65F, overcast and humid.
I found a friend:
Some color is starting:
Found a new area, it was kind of spooky, I think the Jersey Devil lives around here.
I spent a lot of time exploring new trails, many went into a very old cranberry bog area, the trail was an old dike:
Some lakes as well:
I parked the bike and walked down the nature trail (no notor vehicles, no hunting or trapping).
The TW was perfect for this kind of riding.
I saw one KTM, and five attractive lady's on handsome horses (around Atco), and some pickup trucks scoping out hunting spots I suppose.
Almost at 600 miles, time for a valve check.
Dressed up for the Distinguished Gentleman's Ride on the TW in memory of my uncle and granddad who died of suicide and cancer, respectively. Almost rented a Triumph Street Scrambler to do this but was afraid of dropping it or something. Maybe next year.
This has become quite the photo thread. Here’s one from yesterday. Fall is just starting to happen here.
TW's at Toroweap
Mrs. Admiral checking out the cliff edge
Colorado River (Grand Canyon at Toroweap)
Mt Trumbull (AZ) school
Kanab Area. If you "think" you like sand, don't go. If you "think" you love sand, don't go. If you love sand, maybe you'll like it. Deep deep sand.
have cool stuff left behind
Bryce Canyon area continued
Just to the west of the park
Aspens turning color
Red Canyon on the highway
And the "dessert trail". Castro Canyon
After 6 days of riding, we're all dog tired. Fred, the dog represents it well.
I am so grateful for the tw200 community on here for the massive amount of raw information you have gleaned over the years on this fossil of a motorcycle.
I bought this 2019 for my wife in March and she has taken to riding like a fish to water. Never driven a manual car, never ridden a motorcycle but now she begs me to go ride.
Can life get better?
This trip was a spontaneous Tuesday after work trip in St. Mary's Wilderness in Virginia. 30 rough rough miles dodging big jeep mud holes and rocks but we were grinning like fools!
Thank each and every one of you!
Two of my favorite bikes.
Mrs. Admiral's method of cliff gazing is admirable... It actually gives me the heebie jeebies just looking at that photo! And I'm just sitting here looking at it on my computer screen!
Yeah, I don't get that close to the edge crawling or not!
Nope! Me neither! The fact that in a former life I was a hang glider pilot and regularly foot launched off of a cliff with an altitude of 1340' AGL notwithstanding, I STILL don't like heights. Just looking at that photo tells me that Mrs. Admiral has bigger balls than me... It honestly made me feel weak in the knees just looking at it in the photo...
Quite dapper Mi0, quite dapper. Their memories look to be well served.
I flew gliders too! In the '70's heights didn't bother me any.
I could have stood on that ledge hanging ten... if I had my glider over my head, then just leaned forward and step off.
I don't know when it changed for me but now I get very uncomfortable just looking at that picture.
Age I guess...
My dog 14 years 10 months looks just like fred. I always wondered what kind of dog he was since I found him while I was voting. He weighed 90 lb before the last four or five years of his life he was weighing in around 80 lb. He was the best dog I ever had. He was so stunning looking that I just told everybody he was a Russian sled dog.
I was always that way about heights. My first memory of that feeling when I was very young... maybe four or five, my parents took me someplace out west. We stopped somewhere, and I remember walking to the edge of an abyss all by myself and looking over... Had that feeling then.... Like something deep down inside, said, "jump!".
And looking at Admiral's photo, I still have it. An uneasy, uncomfortable feeling...
But, when strapped into my wing, it was somehow different.... 100% focus... waiting for the wind to feel right... wings level... nose angle right... CLEAR!... three quick driving steps forward and... I was in flight...
I guess it was like a mental "guardrail". I KNEW my wing would fly and that I'd have to try really hard to make it not...
But there's no way in HELL that I would have been out there with Mrs. Admiral!
Fred is a rescue dog. We were told he is a Kelpie/German Shepard mix. He's about 75-80 lbs. 65lbs when we got him. Knows his name is Fred now but not when we first got him. He's learning and has avoided putting our cat in his mouth lately. The cat appreciates that! Hopefully, he turns out to be as good as your dog was.