The Ride to 5....

Somewhere north of the San Gabriels we went for a fairly massive dirtbike ride with great success. We had 3 Contenders:

Brian, SOB and myself. Dirty.

I didnt realize this till I saw this pic but I look like a stuffed a animal. I dont feel like one, just look it. I feel more like an out of work river guide, that needs a haircut, that may happen today, that may feel very very good. I am also avoiding doing my taxes like the plague, like I do every year.

The vista view points were very tight up on the top of the ever long ridge:

Despite the fact that the yz450 was a broken sad piece of shit that doesnt run or want to fire up at all despite the new rings, jetting, washing, flat tires, and fork seals, didnt stop us. I borrowed a xr600 for the win! making the days lineup complete. xr600, xr400, xr250.

I somehow managed to take said borrowed bike and lose the license plate. Something that I am quite good at doing, as Ive done it before. Sorry SOB. Needless to say, what little tire was left on the rear tire has been bureaucratically managed to a lesser extent by the overlords over at the ministry of hillclimbing and vertical traction, in Leeds. So yeah, its time for a new one. Although Im extremely impressed with how the 600 can hookup on anything at low speeds. I think its the high torque and low hp, but it simply wont die. Pretty choice if you ask me.




And remember to bring the beer. Very important. Very.