Getting Wilfed, and Spokanistan....

So here I sit in the Red Lodge. Its supposed to be spring like it was last week but the mercury says 20 and the windshield is a constant pain in the ass. Guess I better wait for a few before I head north this morning, ice be horribles. So instead Im rebuilding my motorcycle. Why, one might ask? Well it turns out that 2 weekends ago I went dirtbiking and Got Wilfed.


This is pretty much joining Wilf on a full day barely mentally manageable trail ride minus the trail with lots of sweat while trying to clean up your mess of a self and preparing to wreck again ride. I think I had 12 major wrecks. Bent and rebent the front brake lever. Destroyed the rear brake rotor. Had three big off the back wheelie dismounts on hill climbs. A couple slow mo moon dust descent layovers, one of which had two big players: my ass and a cactus. What a disaster. I loved it. I probably burnt out the clutch that day too. We had to drag the bikes under a barbwire fence. Needless to say I slept real real good that night, after I drove to Bozeman at about 11pm. Destroyed.

The very next day I drove to Spokanistan or Spokompton or Spocanada, depending where youre from. I was visiting Amanda and hanging out with other local yahoos when I realized my addiction. I dont know how it got to this point, it happened so fast. Yes, Im addicted to Greys Anatomy. I sat there one morning onthe couch as the season 1 disc 1 was accepted by the DVD player. It must have been 3 or 4 in the afternoon when I figured I better be productive. So I took a nap. Same thing next day but I escaped and found the holy-I-pooped-my-pants-those-rapids-are-so-big class V whitewater running through town. OMG. I stared. Amanda was drooling. We both came to terms by accepting that almost no one else would understand. Whitewater had corrupted us both.


Moving on to the next bridge of approx 60ft we became moistened by the not so gentle but violent exploding water hitting water super spray that rocked the 90's. Wow. 23,000 Cubic feet per second really is a lot of water!!

Little did I/we know that the real falls were actually downstream some more. Uh, there is no line for a survivor through here. I figure the only way to WIN would be if you got flicked 300 ft from the first wave all the way over the gnar. Thats the only way. Drool. The bridge in the background is btw huge-asaurus for scale. I would like to see a basketball survive the journey. I dont think it would.