Ride Report
My morning didn’t start out so good – I had to thaw a frozen pad lock on the trailer so I could load my bike. That ordeal took me some extra time but I did end up arriving at like 9:59. Mike, Joel and Ted were already there waiting. We chit chat for a few minutes, check out Joels Berg screws –he’s been busy! We unload the bikes and gear up –we fire up the bikes and Eugene won’t fire.(Hey these guys like to name their bikes, so I go along with it) I think he’s mad at mike for thinking of replacing him last weekend, neglecting his top end and he had enough! Several attempts were made to clean plugs, tow with Teds bike and even got towed by a snowmobile but he wasn’t going riding! So there! Mike convinced us to take off and we left him the key to supplies and tools so he could coax some life out of Eugene while we were on the trail.
We saw a few sleds go out and a few quads but we were excited to see that if appeared they left the single track alone.
So Joel, Ted and I took off after Joel roosted me on film for the delight of Mark Weissinborn. Off we went and the trail was perfect for 300 yards and then we saw where the quads jumped on –crap this is gonna be a long day. Any packed down snow makes the front end float on top of the snow and the bike won’t steer. We rode on and made the best of it –the winter scenery was beautiful. We get to the first cut off and it looked tempting with all that virgin snow but we kept going, eventually we caught the 2 quads in front of us and they were in the trail parked and the guy was talking on his cell and his wife was drinking a beer. I wanted tio get in front of them in the worst way so I attempted my Roselawn move and went over a triple layer log but I didn’t quite get the rear wheel over the last one and the short leg syndrome got me so over I went. I picked up the bike and walked to to the trail. The lady set her beer down and decided to get off the trail so the others didn’t have the same adventure. Saweeeeet! The trail now was perfect and I was having a blast. Me and Joel would take a breather every few miles and pretty soon that thumper would come down the trail –Ted was looking good. At first I think he was wondering what the heck he was doing out in the snow covered woods but once the trail got better he know he made a good decision. The rail would be great for a while and then we would encounter an adventurous snowmobile track and it would suck again. Off and on is was like that for miles. We made out way around a few trees and eventually got out to moorsetown rod. Ted took our first picture and we took off again ahead of the quads, this would happen a few times and as soon as we would hear them we know we had to go!
Joel took the lead the next time he saw virgin snow like a man possessed –I backed it down and let him had some fun but I’d see him at the road crossings as he checked for snowmobiles. Eventually Joel made a bad alternate route around a log and I saw the virgin snow and went after it like a Viagra addict after a porno movie. Yeah! This is more like it and then I see a friggin KTM looking at me and was thinking to my self ‘how did Ted smoke by me with out me seeing it?” But upon further investigation it was Mike and Eugene –they made friends! Mike said that after several attemps at fixing the carb he finally go it going and headed toward us going against our route so he would find us. We got together and took off. The trail was pretty sweet for a while. (Did I mention how many times I got face full of snow doing the right thing and cleaning off the pines for my fellow partners? Well it was beginning to take a toll on my body heat and I was getting cold so I kept moving. Eventually we happen upon another snowmobile tracked trail and this time I’m really fighting the front wheel, Joel is riding be hind me and I dumped it. We got going again and I’m avoiding the trail as much as I can but when the trail got tight there was just no way to keep the tire up on plane and I see a parallel log, actually 3 of them in the trail but I can’t miss them and down I go nearly hitting a tree. :think: I smacked my buttocks on the trail pretty hard but after a minute I’m OK. Joel and I get the logs off the trail and waited for the others to get there. We’re almost back now and take off and about 200 yards from the finish a tree branch bites my face and I’m bleeding. The nose was saved this time! Once we get back I say if things don’t change I may just have to name my bike “Flipper” because she don’t like snowmobile tracks or parallel logs and keeps flipping me to the ground. (Remember the last story where I did the sliding turtle move like a break dancer in Harlem?) :rotfl:
Well we chatted for a while, were glad we rode and we got about 35 miles in and called it a day. I wanted to get home to see my son off to school and made it in plenty of time. So it was a great day. Thanks Ted, Joel and Mike for taking the time to ride with me! :cool:
My morning didn’t start out so good – I had to thaw a frozen pad lock on the trailer so I could load my bike. That ordeal took me some extra time but I did end up arriving at like 9:59. Mike, Joel and Ted were already there waiting. We chit chat for a few minutes, check out Joels Berg screws –he’s been busy! We unload the bikes and gear up –we fire up the bikes and Eugene won’t fire.(Hey these guys like to name their bikes, so I go along with it) I think he’s mad at mike for thinking of replacing him last weekend, neglecting his top end and he had enough! Several attempts were made to clean plugs, tow with Teds bike and even got towed by a snowmobile but he wasn’t going riding! So there! Mike convinced us to take off and we left him the key to supplies and tools so he could coax some life out of Eugene while we were on the trail.
We saw a few sleds go out and a few quads but we were excited to see that if appeared they left the single track alone.
So Joel, Ted and I took off after Joel roosted me on film for the delight of Mark Weissinborn. Off we went and the trail was perfect for 300 yards and then we saw where the quads jumped on –crap this is gonna be a long day. Any packed down snow makes the front end float on top of the snow and the bike won’t steer. We rode on and made the best of it –the winter scenery was beautiful. We get to the first cut off and it looked tempting with all that virgin snow but we kept going, eventually we caught the 2 quads in front of us and they were in the trail parked and the guy was talking on his cell and his wife was drinking a beer. I wanted tio get in front of them in the worst way so I attempted my Roselawn move and went over a triple layer log but I didn’t quite get the rear wheel over the last one and the short leg syndrome got me so over I went. I picked up the bike and walked to to the trail. The lady set her beer down and decided to get off the trail so the others didn’t have the same adventure. Saweeeeet! The trail now was perfect and I was having a blast. Me and Joel would take a breather every few miles and pretty soon that thumper would come down the trail –Ted was looking good. At first I think he was wondering what the heck he was doing out in the snow covered woods but once the trail got better he know he made a good decision. The rail would be great for a while and then we would encounter an adventurous snowmobile track and it would suck again. Off and on is was like that for miles. We made out way around a few trees and eventually got out to moorsetown rod. Ted took our first picture and we took off again ahead of the quads, this would happen a few times and as soon as we would hear them we know we had to go!
Joel took the lead the next time he saw virgin snow like a man possessed –I backed it down and let him had some fun but I’d see him at the road crossings as he checked for snowmobiles. Eventually Joel made a bad alternate route around a log and I saw the virgin snow and went after it like a Viagra addict after a porno movie. Yeah! This is more like it and then I see a friggin KTM looking at me and was thinking to my self ‘how did Ted smoke by me with out me seeing it?” But upon further investigation it was Mike and Eugene –they made friends! Mike said that after several attemps at fixing the carb he finally go it going and headed toward us going against our route so he would find us. We got together and took off. The trail was pretty sweet for a while. (Did I mention how many times I got face full of snow doing the right thing and cleaning off the pines for my fellow partners? Well it was beginning to take a toll on my body heat and I was getting cold so I kept moving. Eventually we happen upon another snowmobile tracked trail and this time I’m really fighting the front wheel, Joel is riding be hind me and I dumped it. We got going again and I’m avoiding the trail as much as I can but when the trail got tight there was just no way to keep the tire up on plane and I see a parallel log, actually 3 of them in the trail but I can’t miss them and down I go nearly hitting a tree. :think: I smacked my buttocks on the trail pretty hard but after a minute I’m OK. Joel and I get the logs off the trail and waited for the others to get there. We’re almost back now and take off and about 200 yards from the finish a tree branch bites my face and I’m bleeding. The nose was saved this time! Once we get back I say if things don’t change I may just have to name my bike “Flipper” because she don’t like snowmobile tracks or parallel logs and keeps flipping me to the ground. (Remember the last story where I did the sliding turtle move like a break dancer in Harlem?) :rotfl:
Well we chatted for a while, were glad we rode and we got about 35 miles in and called it a day. I wanted to get home to see my son off to school and made it in plenty of time. So it was a great day. Thanks Ted, Joel and Mike for taking the time to ride with me! :cool:
