OK, let's see if I can finish this ride report off. Surprised with the comments. In the past, ride reports had all kinds of play on here. Maybe this is not a riding site...
Anyways, After I had an awesome night sleep rolled up in the corner on the floor (thought about spooning with Rack, but........nah) we got up and hit the Carson Casino for breakfast. The game plan was to get a breakfast in us and get out early. We were hitting all the hard ways today and heard the trails could have some wash outs from the big rains they had days before leading up to this event. Plus we wanted to just check in at the lunch stop, grab a quick drink, refuel and get back out. We figured we had about 160 or so miles to cover on day two as well and wanted to get back to the trucks at a decent hour.
First thing we needed to do was top off the scooters and drop our overnight bags at the chase truck.
I have no idea what Rack is trying to perform here. Maybe his morning stretches....
We drop the bags off and head out. We hit some sweet desert and the first hard way was a awesome single track winding its way around the desert floor. Went up a couple small hills and then we started to climb up the mountain. I finally made a stop to take a pic. (note to self, need to replace the camera bag as the zipper is jacked up and too hard to pull camera in and out for quick pics).
Here is a view looking back over the desert floor we rode. We kind of started to the left of the picture out by the far mountains you see in the distance. If any one has ridden the lower desert of Bean Canyon, the terrain was like that....
Here comes Rack making his way up. You can see the trail in the background coming down the hill.
Just another shot.....Read below and I have a funny story about the burnt bushes, over the bars, honking the horn and getting wrestle pinned.
So you see that this area had a fire run through here a while back. Well if you didn't know, the burnt branches are like jousting but without you having a joust (another story). So i mentioned that there was good rains in the area, well a lot of the trails themselves were washed away and you to run in the bushes off to the side of trail as the ruts were too deep to ride. I was running sweep and I somehow hit a low burnt bush with my front tire and it grabbed my front wheel and stopped the bike dead in its tracks. I went up and over the bars, but as I was going over, some how, the left handled bar went down inside my boot. This cause the bike to completely flip over and follow me to the ground and bounce off my back. As I was going over my boot or leg somehow found the horn button and started honking. As I hit the ground, I was pinned to the ground with the bike on me. I had know idea that my leg was stuck to the bike because of the handlebars. I could not move. The only thing I could do was left my chest barely off the ground and wave my arm. Well since my horn went off, Gary turned around and saw me on the ground pinned and waving my arms as I was stuck. He came back and de-pinned me and off we went again. I could only imagine how long I would be laying there if the horn did not go off and they kept on riding along....
Stay tuned...