Being responsible young men and changing the oil before the 9 hour drive.
Me, after the first day riding. I got the nickname Dirty Sanchez due to my beard trapping dirt.
Dave holding THE map. Since I kinda make maps for a living I was able to rip coordinates and we made a game of finding cool stuff. Life is interesting when you are trying to read GPS while going 35 mph down a whooped out trail with branches smacking at your face. Geezus was it fun.
Then we found this gem. A massive sand pit. This day was before the rain, so it was a big open area full of sugar sand. We tore around in it for a solid hour. No paddle tires so the name of the game was pinned throttle and carve. My bike got hot enough to boil the gas, it was distressing to see gas bubbling out of the vent tube.
The big sand pit wore us out. I was hobbling around(sprained the **** out of my ankle helping the KTM rider Chris with framing up his basement, slipped on some hay) taking bizarre pics, this one turned out well I thought.
This is Chris being a child in front of the camera. Shortly after this shot the bike rebeled and had it's revenge. It slapped his knee with the bars rather hard and peed gas on the sand. Austrian bikes are so touchy.
This is Chris again, this time he attempted to commune with the scrub oaks. Broke a few on his way down. I made him sit there till I got a halfway decent picture. I think what caused his spill was what some call "object fixation". He said that he knew he was going to hit the tress, but his body locked up on him and he was just along for the ride.
Dave looking kinda miffed at the ugly weather that cut out thursday ride short. I was worried that a quad would slow us down alot, but he could ride the snot out of the 450R. Watching him go over whoops made MY ass hurt. He could ride a wheelie on it for as long as he liked. I finally got him on my bike and now he wants a MX bike, I love corrupting the innocent.
Don't play with knives folks. I got this nasty gash trying to remove the GPS. Tip slipped off the zip tie and right into my pinkie. I left a nice pool of blood in the bed of the truck.
The ugly weather that cut out thursday short.
(the riding that is, not the humping).
