Rider 41

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    Riding Dirtbikes, Picking myself up off the ground, afternoon naps

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  1. Mine make excellent dinner guests
  2. Sorry poldies, always hard when one of the herd goes to a different owner. [emoji24] but on the brite side you now have room for a new one. [emoji41]
  3. All good info here, except for what Chezdude said, don't trust him. I've been doing the D-100 since 2004 and have figured out a few things over the years, like what most have been saying, don't ride over your head or follow to close (or at all) to the guy in front of you. I've broken 7 ribs in my life, 5 were from the D-100 for the reasons listed above. I like to pick a pace that I can maintain through out the entire race, ride smooth and steady and try to keep myself out of drama created by other riders. I have found that many riders will bolt out of the gates on a pace that few pros can maintain, 10-15 miles into the race these guys are sucking wind and dropping like flies, easy targets for passing, as many have said, it's a marathon not a sprint. I like to run a minimum of 15 psi in the tires and I use the SRT ultra-heavy duty tubes, never have flatted out (unlike Chezdude) in any year. Carry extra gas with you if you think you might have a slight chance of running out, sucks to be the guy pushing the bike but it's great to power past them. Mud years you will definitely burn more gas, last year on my KTM 200 I ran out of gas and had to switch to reserve just as I came into the pits at the end of the 50 mile lap, and yes, stay away from the mud. I saw countless number of riders go over the handlebars and bikes abandoned on the course last year because they were buried hub deep in mud, there is very little chance you will get your bike out of the gumbo by yourself, during the poker run last year it took 6 of us to remove a 450 from the mud. Hydration is keep so drink lots of beer all weekend and most importantly, have fun! The Stumpies go to great lengths to put on this event and they do great job every year so thank the men and women in the orange sweatshirts when you see them and like Wiz said, don't roost the check point workers.
  4. Is that the one you were wearing when you looped out on the Canadian Trail?
  5. True, but too many knee surgeries makes it hard to bend the knee enough to get my boot on the lever. Besides I'm spoiled by the happy button on my 15, it makes dead engine starts at the hare scrambles a piece of cake 😁
  6. Sarcastic? Dude I thought you were being serious😀 You still running the KX?
  7. Moved them out of the way so I could get to the tool boxes so I could swap the engine in my truck. I'm actually thinking about selling my 05 200 and buying a Beta 250, getting tired of being out pulled on the track sections of the hare scrambles, besides the newer bikes have the happy button, my knee can't take the kicking anymore. Sucks to have bad knees and get old. 😬
  8. : Good to see Rider41 is upright and doing fine! Thanks for the concern Shrubby! I was really just giving myself a little spinal adjustment. Sent from my SAMSUNG-SGH-I747 using ThumperTalk mobile app
  9. Why do I even try to ride anymore? Thank goodness for full wrap around handguards
  10. No, didn't knock me out, that's just my usual "ragdoll" form after hitting a tree. You might say I've perfected it after many years of case study.
  11. So apparently as I get older, I'm not getting any smarter. I've ridden the bike maybe 5 times this year so I'm not in the best riding shape of my life, unless round is a good riding shape . So with minimal rides under my belt this year, and my last ride being a 100 mile desert race of which I was ill prepared yet finished 42nd in my class of 170, I was feeling a bit cocky when a buddy asked if I was going to run the Toasted Hare, hare scramble this weekend, but of course, you need to ask?? What a mistake that was, this was an AMA/NMA sanctioned points race so we were going against guys from California, Oregon, Idaho,& Washington as well as the local fast movers. Race day dawned clear and hot, 85' degrees and getting warmer, I was sweating heavily as I signed up for the race, both from the heat and from the competition, I signed my name on the Senior B sheet paid my dues and returned to the pits fat, dumb, and happy (the happy part would change very soon). I roll up to the B line with my buddy, get the rider's meeting out of the way and soon it's race time. Wave after wave of AA, A, & Vet Class riders roar off the line with a wave of the flag from the Marshall, as each wave rolls I practice starting the bike, I want a good start so I can be out front of my buddy (who by the way, has beat me in almost every race lately) . Finally the blue flag comes out, all engines are shut off, the Marshall goes down the line pointing the green flag at each rider who in turn responds with a nod of the head signaling "Yup, I'm ready!", the Marshall drops the flag to his side, checks his stop watch and waves the flag. I punch the starter button the engine roars to life and I jump off the line a split second before anyone else, whoo hoo looks like this old fat man is getting the hole shot! Ya no, hole shot line is after the first corner and as I come in hot to the left hander I am suddenly surrounded by a whole bunch of colorful bikes all throwing dirt and passing me like I'm stationary, over 20 some bikes on the line and I think 3/4 of them just went by me. I accelerate up the face of the first jump, hit the down slope with a smile on my face and set my self up for the next corner, a sweeping right hander. Feeling good I power into the corner, hard on the gas at the apex and get thoroughly demoralized as a few more riders fly past me slinging mud back in my face, one of which was my buddy, who I swear gave my the finger as he passed me. Shortly we dive off the track and into the woods, this is where I shine, I'm a woods guy not a track guy. I catch a few of the guys that passed me on the track, tossing a little mud back at them trying to extract a little revenge for the humiliation I suffered back on the track. Smile on my face, I begin to settle in, feeling good and starting to find a grove with the trail, trying to become one with the dirt, which I managed to do rather quickly and abruptly. Dry conditions create dust, numerous bikes roaring across the dry ground creates dust flying in the air which makes forward vision somewhat of a challenge especially when going from sunlight into the darker woods. Entering the dark woods while emerging from a dust cloud makes for great pictures, getting cross rutted in a muddy section while emerging from a dust cloud is down right hilarious unless you are the one that got cross rutted. I was the unlucky sap that cross rutted and was unceremoniously thrown to the ground, skidding to a stop in a heap I took stock of my body parts all the while asking myself "Who am I & what am I doing here", several riders passed me while I sat in the woods shaking my head, slowly I pick up the bike, hit the starter button and proceed to finish the first lap, albeit a little slower then the leaders. Who would have thought that a 90 minute race would be so dang long, by the end of it I was whipped, near heat exhaustion and sore from crashes to numerous to count, but when I checked my final standings I was pleasantly surprised to learn that I had finished 7th in the Vet A division, pretty dang good considering I had signed up for the Senior B class.
  12. The results of yesterday's ride, not me but a riding buddy, whacked it on a trail side rock. Think it's going to leave a mark
  13. Riding in the morning with the usual group of scallywags I'm stoked!
  14. 44th in class, 81st OA. Not my best showing but I'm happy considering the conditions.
  15. So a final update on the desert race, for those enquiry minds that want to know. 326 riders in the 50 mile class 71 DNF's (sucked under in the mud pits no doubt and probably still trying to dig themselves out) I finished 81st overall and 44th in my class (145 in my class) Not my best showing, but for an old, fat guy with 3 rides under his belt in 2017 I'll take it.