SkooterG
Purveyor of Crooked Facts
I went dirt-biking for the first time in my life today. Buddy of mine took me out to the Boulders recreation area northwest of Phoenix today. I got to ride his KTM 300EXC two-stroke. Did about 15+ miles of sand washes, single track. Seemed like 500. Lots of soft stuff. Lots of rough stuff. Lots of whoop-de-doos. Oh, and hills. LOTS of hills. God.... so many ******* hills.
Great weather, great scenery. I had a great time..........
[SIZE=24pt]AND I GOT MY ******* *** KICKED.[/SIZE]
Right now I feel like a 90 year old man. I don't think there's a part of my body that doesn't hurt. I had no idea riding a little feather-weight dirt bike was such a freaking killer. Fuke me.
Damn those hills. Caused me all kinds of problems. Of course that single track with Cholla cactus brushing by inches away wasn't so easy either. But I guess the worst was the loose stuff with golf ball to softball size rocks. Especially when going up those ******* hills.
I'm not even sure how many times I smacked the ground today. Four? Five? I do remember the one where I fell 'down' the steep slope to my right. Seemed to add a good 4' to the fall for extra measure and my entertainment value. Of course there were the times that I got stopped halfway up the hill, or worse, just within reach of the top. Then there was the ******* hill where after stopping just off the track, and trying to get going again I did a hell of a wheelie. I think I **** my pants 3 times in about 1.6 seconds. At least on those occasions when I got to see the desert floor from mere millimeters away I never landed on any cactus. Ouch. That coulda hurt.
Wish I had remembered to bring my camera. The scenery on top of those ******* hills was breathtaking.
At the end of the ride, that ******* friend of mine, a 57 year old gramps who has been riding dirt for 25 years then tells me how easy today's ride was compared to what he usually does.
**** him.
And the dirtbike he rode in on.
I am going to bed.
Think I'll be cursing my 'friend' in the morning when I wake up and re-live the ride all over again while trying to get out of bed.
I can't wait for the next time.
I think.
Great weather, great scenery. I had a great time..........
[SIZE=24pt]AND I GOT MY ******* *** KICKED.[/SIZE]
Right now I feel like a 90 year old man. I don't think there's a part of my body that doesn't hurt. I had no idea riding a little feather-weight dirt bike was such a freaking killer. Fuke me.
Damn those hills. Caused me all kinds of problems. Of course that single track with Cholla cactus brushing by inches away wasn't so easy either. But I guess the worst was the loose stuff with golf ball to softball size rocks. Especially when going up those ******* hills.
I'm not even sure how many times I smacked the ground today. Four? Five? I do remember the one where I fell 'down' the steep slope to my right. Seemed to add a good 4' to the fall for extra measure and my entertainment value. Of course there were the times that I got stopped halfway up the hill, or worse, just within reach of the top. Then there was the ******* hill where after stopping just off the track, and trying to get going again I did a hell of a wheelie. I think I **** my pants 3 times in about 1.6 seconds. At least on those occasions when I got to see the desert floor from mere millimeters away I never landed on any cactus. Ouch. That coulda hurt.
Wish I had remembered to bring my camera. The scenery on top of those ******* hills was breathtaking.
At the end of the ride, that ******* friend of mine, a 57 year old gramps who has been riding dirt for 25 years then tells me how easy today's ride was compared to what he usually does.
**** him.
And the dirtbike he rode in on.
I am going to bed.
Think I'll be cursing my 'friend' in the morning when I wake up and re-live the ride all over again while trying to get out of bed.
I can't wait for the next time.
I think.
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