We had a Thumpertalk Rally here in CO. My part of it was to lead these lunatics on a trail ride. The main group went 50 miles, a few hard core guys stayed with me and we went another 21 miles. The CR250 laying on the ground in the last pic wound up hanging from a tree on a particularly gnarly section :coocoo
Major fun was had by all. I have to admit, my MC pendulum has swung to off roading as of late. The TLS is biding it's time. I will spend more time on her someday. That is the beauty of having two completely different bikes. Always in love with riding, one way or another :hail
A little petroleum anxiety here. My DRZ to the rescue, with it's 3.2 gallon tank :laugh
I guess he was too tired to deal with it anymore.
Honestly, I intended to lead my group of "advanced" riders, who came from as far away as Phoenix, on a fun trail ride. Instead it turned into a coolant spurting, pipe smashing, radiator bending, gas tank running dry mini torture enduro. In other words, a perfect ride!
One of the riders was a 14 year old son of a police officer. The poor kid could barely move afterwards. I am sure it was a life shaping experience. He will now forever be on guard against seemingly harmless old coots on dirt bikes. We may be old, but we are wiley! All I can say is I am glad I did not run him over that one time he crashed right in front of me. Dad was pretty proud of the boy. The kid had spunk and determination. His dad (great guy) lives in Aspen. I may have to take him up on his offer to stay at his place and ride his trails, which come right up to his yard. Lucky bastard
Major fun was had by all. I have to admit, my MC pendulum has swung to off roading as of late. The TLS is biding it's time. I will spend more time on her someday. That is the beauty of having two completely different bikes. Always in love with riding, one way or another :hail
A little petroleum anxiety here. My DRZ to the rescue, with it's 3.2 gallon tank :laugh
I guess he was too tired to deal with it anymore.
Honestly, I intended to lead my group of "advanced" riders, who came from as far away as Phoenix, on a fun trail ride. Instead it turned into a coolant spurting, pipe smashing, radiator bending, gas tank running dry mini torture enduro. In other words, a perfect ride!
One of the riders was a 14 year old son of a police officer. The poor kid could barely move afterwards. I am sure it was a life shaping experience. He will now forever be on guard against seemingly harmless old coots on dirt bikes. We may be old, but we are wiley! All I can say is I am glad I did not run him over that one time he crashed right in front of me. Dad was pretty proud of the boy. The kid had spunk and determination. His dad (great guy) lives in Aspen. I may have to take him up on his offer to stay at his place and ride his trails, which come right up to his yard. Lucky bastard