Finished my first Enduro! Jimmy Jack ride report. (Long)
EMARPLE
I ran the Jimmy Jack Enduro (Saint Jo, Texas) this weekend along with
several RMD regulars and lurkers. Dave Dude was there with his woods
weapon '96 YZ 250. Keith on his '89 CR250. Bill had his '91 KTM 250 EXC
running perfectly after some last minute jetting and David was on his
'96 KTM 250 EXC. I also met Jim Cook (aka Wuds Racer) and his clan. Very
nice folks. Jim is younger and faster than I expected. He had a Gas Gas
250 that's one very cool looking bike.
To set the stage, I have to start with the weather. It had been raining
hard for a good 24 hours prior to the start and was still coming down in
buckets right up to the moment we drove in to the place Sunday morning.
Then it miraculously stopped until the end of the race, resuming again
right after the trophy presentations. (God has a strange sense of
humor). The rain had caused some notable cancellations. None of Dave
Dude's buddies showed up. And Uwe Hale, who was supposed to be the
guiding light for Keith and I, was a no-show too. Uwe already said he
hated to ride in the mud, so I guess that was fair warning. Dave Dude
was on row 11 with two total strangers. Keith and I were on row 12 with
one other rider. Jim Cook and his bunch were on row 2. (Coincidently,
they had requested row 12 and couldn't get it because Keith, Uwe and I
already had it). Bill and David made the HUGE mistake of not
preregistering and landed on row 60 something.
Neither Keith nor I had any timekeeping equipment or roll charts, so we
just told our row-mate to run his race and we'd just tag along for the
ride. That turned out to be a stroke of luck. Ron, our new friend,
was riding the Open/Expert class, and he really knew how to work this
enduro stuff. Dave Dude and his row got off good. It was potentially
embarrasing because the start began at the edge of a creek crossing and
a muddy uphill. More than one rider ahead of us fell before getting more
than 50 feet from the staring line. I created my own unique form of
embarrasment. Just as our row pulled up, I had the most horrifying
thought. I couldn't remember turning the petcock on. Frantically, I
searched for the petcock while the starter was counting down. In my
bumbling about I accidently let the bike die just as the starter said
"go". F******K! Ron and Keith zoom away while I'm sitting there kicking
my bike (and myself in the ass). The petcock was on BTW. Fortunately,
she lit pretty quick and I was away at last.
The early stages were pretty easy. Suprisingly good traction in spite of
all the rain. Nice sandy-loam berms looping through the woods. A few mud
holes along the way but nothing bad. We rode along with Dave Dude for a
while then he moved over and we went on by. Didn't see much more of
Dave after that. We zeroed our first check and I'm thinking, hey, this
isn't so bad, I could do this all day. There seemed to be plenty of
stops for gas and resets so I could clean my goggles and sip on the
Camelback. We zeroed another check and only dropped a few on another.
But the course was getting progressively rougher with more rocks,
tighter trees, deeper ruts and lots of slimey mud. By the main gas stop
(somewhere around mile 35), I was still somewhat optomistic. We hadn't
dropped many points at all and we only had something like 20 miles to
go. But that's where the sadists who laid out the course really went to
work. From this point on there were no more scheduled stops. No more
clean goggles and no leisurely drinks of water. From here on, it
increasingly became a question of survival. The trail was getting really
tough and I could feel my energy just draining away.
Probably the worst thing for me was the slimey mud. The front end would
want to go one direction and the rear another. I would be revving it for
all she's worth and only moving 2 mph, completely sideways, wrestling
the handlebars until I was exhausted, only to look up ahead and see a
slick, snotty hill climb coming up. And the ruts! Jeez! Big, deep, front
wheel-sucking ruts. The only thing keeping me going was that I was
determined to stay up with Ron and finish this damn race. At the same
time I was really feeling pity for Dave Dude, Bill and the others behind
us. I can't imagine what those ruts were like by the time row 60 came
along. We rode on for what seemed like an eternity. Our times were
getting worse, but I didn't care. Keith said he was in survival mode at
this point. We had that glassy, glazed stare when we came up to the
checks. We could have sent women, children and lesser men sceaming in
terror with one glance. But we kept riding. About this time I began to
think that maybe we had missed the finish somewhere. When I saw the 65
mile marker I was convinced that we were on the A loop and were doomed
to ride yet another 20 miles. And I was worrying about fuel too. There
was no mention of more gas stops and there was no way I could make
20 miles on what was left in the tank. By this point my goggles were
impossible to see through, but I left 'em on because there were so many
trees and bushes I was afraid I'd loose an eye. Where is that damned
finish? I was exhausted. I was so tired I couldn't stick my leg out for
the turns because I didn't have enough energy to pull my feet back up to
the pegs. I knew I'd save energy by standing, but there were so many
turns in such tight woods, there was no way to stand for more than a few
moments. Then we came to another check and the worker said told us
that's it. "That's what?" I asked. He confirmed that was the end of the
race. I could've jumped off and kissed him full on the lips right then
and there! Instead,I just savored the personal victory, gave Keith a
high-five and cruised back to the truck. It was there that we took
assesment of ourselves and our bikes. My bike was totally
unrecognizable. It was just one giant ball of mud. You couldn't even
distinguish where the carb and cylinder was! Just a square lump of mud
encompassed the whole engine. The radiators were covered completely. I
have no idea how the engine kept running. Keith and I looked like extras
from the movie "Blade Runner". Our riding gear was shredded and covered
in mud. We had to rest awhile before we even had enough energy to change
clothes. After that we proceeded to eat anything in the area that
resembled food. Finally we took our scorecard down to see how we did.
At first it looked like we might actually trophy in our first race. But
Keith gradually got bumped from second down to fith in 250C, dropping a
total of 86 points. For a long time I hung onto third place in Over 40C
with 88 points but right at the last someone beat me out so I got fourth
in my class. I was bummed for a while because I've never won a trophy
before and was really pumped about winning one on my first try. But this
just gives me more incentive to go try this again.
Dave Dude had a pretty good ride going at first but ended up getting his
bike stuck in quicksand. No one stopped to help him and he spent a long
time digging himself out. After that he cruised along some more then
bagged it for the day. His bad luck didn't end there though. On the way
back to the truck he ran out of gas on this dirt road out in the middle
of nowhere. Evidently a beer-drinking-good-'ol-boy came along and loaded
Dave and the bike up in the back of his pickup and drove Dave all the
way back to where he was parked. Pretty cool. Dave Dude was upbeat as
ever when we saw him and ready to enter another one. His son had won 2nd
place in the kids mini the day before and got a nice trophy (I now have
a severe case of trophy envy). Little Dave was beaming as much shit was
dumped on Dave Dude for being outridden by his kid.
Bill and David had a tough time back on row 60. They said many of the
hills were impassable. Often blocked by six or more stuck bikes. Bill
was almost to the end when he houred out.
He probably only had one or two checks to go. David finished with a
total of 222, but just to finish from where they were was remarkable.
Jim Cook and his group won just about every class they entered. Those
guys are good. Plus, Jim won a T-shirt and some grips as door prizes.
Some final thoughts.
1) Some people are so fast you have to wonder if they are even human.
More than once I was riding hard only to have somebody go blowing past
me like I was tied to a tree. When I was sliding around with like zero
traction, a guy on an XR Honda came railing around me and disappered off
into the distance. Jeez, I didn't know XRs could go so fast. We got
passed twice by a YZ400F. Man that thing sounds good. Conclusion:
4-strokes may be the ticket for mud. Although the last time I looked,
the leader of the 4-stroke C class was a DNF.
2) Some riders are very inconsiderate of others. At first I tried to be
polite and whenever I saw a bike behind me I'd pull over and let 'em
through. But then I'd follow the guy and see that he was riding over his
head and sure enough he'd crash right in front of me. This routine got
old after a while. There were about four guys who seemed to be in race
of their own. We'd loose time letting them by, then loose time again
getting around their crash two turns later. Finally I got pissed and
just used one for traction after he fell on a hill right in front of me.
After a while Keith and I developed a policy of letting the fast guys
through, but if it was one of the crashers, we'd just wick it up and
leave 'em. Gradually, the crashers disappeared. Darwinism I think.
3) Thanks to Uwe for suggesting row 12 and Dave Dude for getting our
entries in and organizing our participation. I had a good...well...I
had an...uhmmm...interesting time. This was a mud ride by which all
future mud rides will be judged. And like childbirth, after the
memory of the pain fades, I may do this again. But right now I just
want a beer and 6 more asprin.
Everett
'91 KX301...(tree-finder)
'74 BMW R90/6...(gentlemen's express)
'75 Kawasaki 400 S3 two-stroke triple...(basket case, project bike)
sTeVe?
On 16 Mar 1998 22:40:46 GMT, ema...@aol.com (EMARPLE) wrote:
> My bike was totally
>unrecognizable. It was just one giant ball of mud. You couldn't even
>distinguish where the carb and cylinder was!
Sounds like my kind of race.
Nice report. (Dude?)
Steve
Stan Schweitzer
> >unrecognizable. It was just one giant ball of mud. You couldn't even
> >distinguish where the carb and cylinder was!
>
>
> Nice report. (Dude?)
Sounds like it must have been one of those "Family Enduros"! You haven't
lived until you have started outside the top 50 rows. I was once in row
119 and the first 50 rows all had five riders.Can you say whoops?
Stan "Team Hinckey"
.
EMARPLE
>Sounds like it must have been one of those "Family Enduros"!
Hey, you're messin' up my skirt.
> You haven't
>lived until you have started outside the top 50 rows. I was once in row
>119
You did this intentionally?
Stan Schweitzer
EMARPLE wrote:
>
> >Sounds like it must have been one of those "Family Enduros"!
>
> Hey, you're messin' up my skirt.
>
> > You haven't
> >lived until you have started outside the top 50 rows. I was once in row
> >119
>
> You did this intentionally?
>
20 or more rows behind me. I did not pre register and like an idiot I
didn't show up a day early to register. By the end all the minutes
around me were empty. It was a lonely race!
Stan "Team Hinckey"
.
Dave Chasse
EMARPLE wrote:
Snip
At the same
> time I was really feeling pity for Dave Dude, Bill and the others behind
> us. I can't imagine what those ruts were like by the time row 60 came
> along.
Everett you don't want to know. I aint neva!
But right now I just
> want a beer and 6 more asprin.
An excellent plan. Geez E-dude, another masterpiece ride report, very
cool. I'll have mine done and posted tommorrow.
>
> Everett
Dave Dude
96 YZ250
Team DNF
EMARPLE
Dave Dude wrote:
(snipped glowing compliment about my ride report) (blush)
< I'll have mine done and posted tommorrow.
Dave, you're just waiting for the pain to fade so you can convince yourself of
what a good time you had!
Rbtbone
Great report! Out here in CA the enduros have been cancelled so far but in
about 2-3 weeks we'll be ready to go again. I have to ask one question though:
How does a C rider get on row 12? When I was in the C class I was "lucky" to
get row 60. A's and B's always get the front rows in Dist. 36. What gives?
Dreaming of row 12.....
RBTbone
96 XR600 (can you say roost!!)
95 RM125(the kid's MX bike)
Dave Chasse
E-Dude I am not sore at all!That cause I didn't get very far!<G> Well
heres my report, I hope people get some enjoyment out of it.
Jimmy Jack Eduro Report
Drove up from Dallas Saturday in rain, but it was not raining at enduro
site. Got there just in time to get Lil Dave entered in the mini-enduro.
Six 1.6 mile loops for the 10 to 12 year old class. Little Dave took
second place, doing the last two loops without a clutch lever. I forgot
to tighten the bolt and lever just fell off. DOH! He got some help on
starts from bystanders, some who may regret doing so. My freind Curt
took some serious KX60 sand roost pushing Dave off once after lil Dave
stalled in a deep sand corner, just about knocked Curt over! The new
Brigstone M40 and M39 were perfect for the sandy loam, Dave railed
everywhere. I'm proud enough to bust, pretty darn good for his first
enduro!
I did not fare as well. Officially DNF. Woke up Sunday a.m. to light
rain. Had major second thoughts but just pushed them aside, damn the
torpedoes, you know the rest. Everett, Keith, Bill, David and Dale made
it there The start was a ominous sign, right in a mud hole and up a
snotty bank. Thru open field and then into the woods. Very tight, very
twisty, lots of sand at first, then slimey rocks. It was not clicking
for me and I dropped back further and further. The two other guys on my
minute pulled away, out of sight. Tried to hang with Kieth and Everett
when they came up behind me but soon they were gone too. Vision was a
major problem with the heavy mist, my goggle became useless, so I would
go as far as I could, stop, and wipe off my glasses, go. My kickstart
lever started flopping out, would not stay in, so stabbed me in the side
of the knee painfully every time I dabbed my right foot. Ouch. I have no
skin in one spot there. When riders came up behind, I would pull over,
more than one yelled "Thanks" going by. I zero'd the first check, was
late to the second and caught up to my minute at the known control.
Didn't know what was going on there and just by chance rolled up to the
line when the other two guys on my minute did, hey I'm back on time,
YES. I don't know how but I had missed emergency gas at mile 9. A bunch
of riders were stopped there and I didn't see the gas cans because of
all the bikes, a major bummer later on. I didn't make it to the fourth
check. Biffed on a rocky uphill, and while I'm standing there, panting
like a buffalo, another dude drops his bike in the middle of the trail.
The guy right behind him right behind him hesitates for a split second,
then rides right over the crashed riders bike! About mile 19 I hit what
I thought was a shallow mud hole and buried my YZ. Deep suction
quicksand. Shit. Like locked up in cement. Gassing it sunk me deeper. A
rider stopped to help, we could not budge it. I shucked my gear, got on
my knees and excavated by hand untill I had cleared ALL the earth from
underneath. Just call me "Backhoe Dave". Most riders coming up saw me
stuck and attempted to cut through the trees around, but there was too
many low branches and no clear path so I watched guys catch branches in
the neck alot trying to hang onto the bars and push away branches at the
same time. Some dudes couldn't handle the delay, came down where i was
stuck but off to the left a little, if they had not been on the gas hard
and had momentum they'd ended up like me. They slowed to almost a stop,
throttle twisted all the way moving inch by inch. When they got past I
had to duck mud roost like bombs over Bagdad! Another rider stopped and
we pulled my YZ out pretty easy. I had dug everything out from under in
case I got no help. It would not roll freely from all the glop in the
rear wheel and brake. By this time though almost all riders had passed.
The course had turned into one big continuous nasty rut. I've never
ridden tighter trail or as deep a rut. Survival became the theme. Passed
another YZ rider stuck in a mudhole, felt bad about not stopping but I
had just spent all day in my mudhole. He pointed me to the right line to
get thru. Talked to him later, he said it took five dudes to pull his
bike out. Some kid on a KX125 had dumped just past him in the same hole
but was under water, under his bike. The YZ rider ran over and pulled
him out by the chest protector but by then four or five other riders had
used his YZ for traction and it was stuck hard. I paced myself,
stopping to clear vision frequently(got to get contacts I think) and
worked on rut techniqe. I knew I was hour'd out. I rode thru stuff I'd a
never attemped on a trail ride, and did't have much problem. Pretty
amazing. I swear I hit a rock shaped like a gravestone about a foot and
a half high and flat in front and went over it like it wasn't even there
gawd I love my Yamaha. Credit my revalved suspension and my Stealthy
13oz flywheel weight and Yamaha for a stable bike to begin with. My
suspension sucked up all nasty rocks and roots, the flywheel weight kept
the motor from stalling, adding smooth chuggability like I'd never had
before. Super-tractor. Would have been a nightmare without either.
Somehow didnt have much problem with very tight trees. I kept looking
for a check, people or a way out but all I got was more nasty trail. My
speed was pretty slow, but sometimes I was clickin. I could surf one
foot in the mud on top and do pretty good. Lost it in that rut twice
though, both times center-punching a small tree with my head. I don't
know whats worse, the shock of impact(made me cry out involuntarily
once) or the feeling of stupidity you get after doing that. I was
beginning to worry about gas, and sure was happy to see a course worker
about mile 26? I think. I know its not much of a ride but I did spend
most of the day stuck in a mudhole!!Just then my buddy Curt came up
behind, sweep riding. The race had been called off after mile 65 due to
the bad conditions. Asked me if I wanted to help close gates, I thought
you got to be f***ing kidding me, told him I was worried about gas but
really I just wanted to get to the truck. He went back and later found
the stuck YZ rider and others still behind me so at least I made it
further than some. I got directions to gas, but ended up lost on a dirt
road, nothing but cows mooing in big pastures, no bike sounds. Bad sign.
The YZ sucked the last drop of gas and died. I'm waaaay out in the
middle of nowhere. DoubleShitdamn. Where the hell had emergency gas
been? Well I'm not leaving my prize possesion I thought and began to
push the bike along the road, wishing I'd packed some cigarettes in my
Camelback Mule. Got to a big hill. Crap. No way I'm pushing the YZ up
that so I left her tenderly against the barbed wire fence and started a
mini Bataan Death March. Couple miles worth anyways. I had given up hope
and was cussin a solid blue streak when a pickup appeared. I flagged him
down, no way I was gonna let him pass by. The guy was looking at me like
I was from Mars but after hearing my story of misery and woe gave me a
cigarette and a lift to my bike. Could not stand to watch him sipping
cold Budwieser, what torture! We lifted the bike into the truck and he
drove me to the pits. My enduro from hell was over, and I will nominate
that farmer for sainthood, I swear. Another saint nominee is my freind
Dale, who showed up just to pit crew. He was injured so did not race. He
kept an eyeball on Lil Dave and Genevieve while I was *racing* and
helped me load my bikes and gear. Keith and Everett may have trophied in
their classes on their first enduro with no timekeeping equip. They just
*hung* with a c expert on their minute! Looks like future sandbagger
material to me<LOL> I have said before many times I thought they were
competition ready. Way to go dudes! I do not know how Bill and Dave
fared. I think Archie took 3rd in his class. Congrats and thanks for the
helpfull info Arch!
Thanks also to Curt and Steve for taking care of my bikes Sat night,
those guys are most excellent even though Curt tried to get me to put
Vasiline on my ass before the race. I am not going to do that untill I
see you do it first Curt-dude!! Is that for real? Tiger blam, munky butt
and all that? I aint neva had a sore butt yet except from landing on
rocks. LOL Tried to find Jim Cook(wudsracer) but missed him somehow,
heard he and his son did very well. Probly some of those guys that
looked like they were on a motocross track WFO. One or two YZ400fs went
by sounding good. Heard about nobody in 4-stoke C novice finishing(all
DNF) and stories of riders getting back to the pits to just drop their
bike, disgusted. And dudes pushing bikes back into pits, sweating like
buffalos. Lots of misery out there today but my hats off to the Fort
Worth Trailblazers as they did an excellent job hosting the event
despite the conditons and I thought the trail extremely well marked.
Getting out of the pits to the road was an experience in itself, a
tractor was pulling stuck motorhomes, I let some air out of the rear
tires of my pickup and kept up enough momentum to get thru the deep
stuff.
Thats it for my report. I stepped up to the plate and wiffed. So sue
me. Picked a good one for my first eh? Won't be my last. Hope to hear
from some of the others. Later dudes.
Dave Dude
96 YZ250
Team DNF
Lil Dave
85 KX60
Team Trophy
Gena-Punkin
83 JR50
Team Cutie
Dave Chasse
Dude! Out here the A riders are designated rows 20 thru 30. Thats it. I
think everyone else can request what minute they want if you preregister
in time. I requested row 11 for me, ed and dale, and row 12 for everet,
kieth and uwe. We got em in in time and got our row picks. Didn't help
me much though<G>
Kenneth Murphy
Dave Chasse (cha...@resbld.csc.ti.com) wrote:
snip]
: Thats it for my report. I stepped up to the plate and wiffed. So sue
: me.
Wiffed? You learned stuff, right? You only wiff when you give up the
sport, IMHO.
: Picked a good one for my first eh? Won't be my last. Hope to hear
: from some of the others. Later dudes.
Great to hear it won't be your last. Welcome to the 12-steps to hell...
: Dave Dude
--
Team 'Murrican Cheesy Poof
O aka Ken Murphy (kmur...@ford.com) Owner/Operator: 98YZ250
<M>erfman Thanks to: Jen, Erin, Apex Sports, DNA Racing, FMF Racing,
_/ \_ Boyesen/Twin Air, Sprocket Specialists and Works Connection
Disclaimer: Don't even pretend you thought I spoke for Visteon/Ford Micro
DirtCrashr
> Thats it for my report. I stepped up to the plate and wiffed. So sue
>me. Picked a good one for my first eh? Won't be my last. Hope to hear
>from some of the others. Later dudes.
>
>Dave Dude
>96 YZ250
>Team DNF
Hey, we have something in common!
DirtDNF - '97xr400
Stan Schweitzer
Lot's of misery snipped out!
Dave sounds like you made out o.k. My first enduro was similar. Lots and
lots of rain, trails thru the middle of lakes ect. You were lucky a
truck came by. I had to be pulled by anoter bike thru miles of mud and
sand. Hey, it only gets easier!
Stan "Team Hinckey"
ProHero
Dave (Muddy,Tired Dude)
Sounds as if you had a helluva first race. Not bad for an oldtimer.
Might have to get in on a race with ya myself some day. We can help
each other after the numerous crashes we would have. You got more guts
than me... I hate mud and rain. Ask Everette and Bill. They will vouch
for me on that subject.
Glad you all had a good time and nobody got any serious injuries. Maybe
next time.
I swear I hit a rock shaped like a gravestone about a foot and
> a half high and flat in front
Next time we can paint the name of the rider with the most/best crash on
that stone. Wonder who that will be.... hee, hee, hee.
Jimbo KDX 200
EMARPLE
>How does a C rider get on row 12? When I was in the C class I was "lucky" to
>get row 60. A's and B's always get the front rows in Dist. 36. What gives?
A -riders have to start from row 20-30 I think. Everyone else can pick the row
they want by preregistering on a first-come, first-serve basis. At least that's
the way it was explained to me.
As for Dave Dude's race...well, for those who haven't had the good luck to meet
him yet...let me just say that he is the most up-beat (and sometimes beat-up
<g>) person I know. Absolutely nothing gets this guy down. He's Mr. Optimism.
I have no doubt that Dave is already laying plans for his next enduro. He
simply LOVES to ride dirt bikes. And anyone like that is OK in my book.
Ghost Rider
> Thats it for my report. I stepped up to the plate and wiffed. So sue
>me. Picked a good one for my first eh? Won't be my last. Hope to hear
>from some of the others. Later dudes.
>
>Dave Dude
>96 YZ250
>Team DNF
Dave dude, i am proud of ya, You have just taken your first step
towards Motorcycle bliss. Now you will be entering every enduro
between the two big lakes. Before you know it, you will be roosting
Ken Murphy!!1 <G> i know i already do.....<G>
Ghost Rider
96'KX 125 #81
Rex M
EMARPLE wrote in message
<199803182347...@ladder01.news.aol.com>...
>>How does a C rider get on row 12? When I was in the C class I was "lucky"
to
>>get row 60. A's and B's always get the front rows in Dist. 36. What gives?
In the Texas circuit they let you pick what grid you want to be on except
for there AA riders or at nationals the national AA guys have to start on
the usual grid 20-40. It makes it real neat cause as a C rider I could ride
with some of the national guys. I'm sure they hate it having to pass all of
the slower riders but oh well.
In the RMEC its the same way as you have it in Dist. 36 races.
Rex Mckinney
97 YZ250
Dave Chasse
EMARPLE wrote:
Snip glowing optimism BS
> I have no doubt that Dave is already laying plans for his next enduro. He
> simply LOVES to ride dirt bikes. And anyone like that is OK in my book.
>
>
> Everett
Geez E-buddy, my turn to blush.....hey I know if I beat my head against
something eventually it will sink in, not sure how tree bark and rocks
will mix with gray matter but a wise freind told me after about 5
enduros things will start to click for me....He may be the optimist!!!
Anyways your right. Merf-Man needs me for comic relief at Turkey on Mar
29 but I wont be able to make that one, but CYCLELAND near Nacodoges(sp)
on May 3 is for sure. Arch and Curt want me on their row but I think
thats so they wont have to worry about passing me<G> I will not make it
that easy. Heh Heh. I plan to get an early minute behind a bunch of
tree-eating KTM's, me and my YZ will take out the few trees left
standing.....Kill em all I say... As soon as flyers come out I'll send
one your way.
DirtCrashr
>>>How does a C rider get on row 12? When I was in the C class I was "lucky"
>to
>>>get row 60. A's and B's always get the front rows in Dist. 36. What gives?
>
>
> In the Texas circuit they let you pick what grid you want to be on except
>for there AA riders or at nationals the national AA guys have to start on
>the usual grid 20-40. It makes it real neat cause as a C rider I could ride
>with some of the national guys. I'm sure they hate it having to pass all of
>the slower riders but oh well.
>
> In the RMEC its the same way as you have it in Dist. 36 races.
>
> Rex Mckinney
>97 YZ250
Now that sounds like fun! Sometimes I think District 36 is full of arrogant
Private Exclusive-Club Killjoy Enduro Rider-Stylists (PECKERS). Almost like
they don't want any more members. I'm looking at an entry form for the D-36
Fools Gold, and I have to show I've paid and joined the AMA (ok alright done),
and show my D-36 Card, and my "Enduro Club" Card... What D-36 card? What enduro
club? I know some of them are very *careful* about who they let join, the
secret handshake, familypedigree and sponsorship and all, and D-36 seems the
same way.
Everytime I've been to a "Bike Show" and gone to their booth to sign up with
D-36 there's NOBODY there, they must have seen SPODE written on my forehead
and run for it.
Ok that's my yearly anti-D-36 rant. That and their web site sucks.
DirtCrashr - '97xr400
Rex M
>
>Now that sounds like fun! Sometimes I think District 36 is full of
arrogant
>Private Exclusive-Club Killjoy Enduro Rider-Stylists (PECKERS). Almost
like
>they don't want any more members. I'm looking at an entry form for the
D-36
>Fools Gold, and I have to show I've paid and joined the AMA (ok alright
done),
>and show my D-36 Card, and my "Enduro Club" Card... What D-36 card? What
enduro
>club? I know some of them are very *careful* about who they let join, the
>secret handshake, familypedigree and sponsorship and all, and D-36 seems
the
>same way.
>Everytime I've been to a "Bike Show" and gone to their booth to sign up
with
>D-36 there's NOBODY there, they must have seen SPODE written on my
forehead
>and run for it.
>Ok that's my yearly anti-D-36 rant. That and their web site sucks.
>DirtCrashr - '97xr400
You know thats to bad that they are like that. I've done several
different types of off road racing and my favorite by far is enduros but I
see enduros dying a slow death with the likes of Suzuki pulling out of the
National series. A bright spot is Acerbis sponsering this years Nationals.
We need to make clubs and events user friendly for new people wanting to
get into our sport, and to keep the old members.
Off my soap box now.
Rex Mckinney
97 YZ250
.jim cook wudsracer
Dave,
Sorry that I missed you.
We were about 50 yards uphill from the scoreing area, parked near by
that big ammonia tank. I hit 58 mph on my speedometer in the truck
while moving forward at 3 mph as we were leaving through the pasture
toward the road. It was as slick as the trail.
I thought that they marked the trail well, but didn't have up enough
mile markers. I never saw anybody for almost 20 miles before the check
at mile 54. I was convinced that I had gotton on the wrong loop by
mistake. I even stopped to smoke a cigarrette to see if anybody would
come by. After I finished it, I was really convinced that I was on the
wrong trail. I got left behind by Josh (son,25) when I lost about
five minutes running back up the trail to get Brandon (son , 16) out
from under his CR and back up that ravine onto the trail. I am
ashamed, but after that , I left him to fend for himself . I was out
of breath and the ribs were hurting too bad to get much more. That was
when I started my 20 mile solo stretch.
The whoops at the Jimmy Jack were wider and longer than I'm used to.
I first tried to bounce from side to side , treating the whoops like I
was dodging trees. They were too wide. I then started double jumping
them about the 4 mile mark. At about the four mile marker plus 100
yards, I made a mistake and came down with my front wheel in the
deep sand in the bottom of a whoop. After doing my superman
impression, I tried to tuck and roll. Well, I tucked , but didn't
roll. When I augered into that fine Texas sand, it completely deflated
my lungs (and ego). When Sam motored by and said "S----t, what
happened to you? Are you going to be OK?", I was just getting the bike
up, but still had no breath. I just looked at him and waved him on. (I
think my tucked in arm and fist bruised some ribs and my colarbone
and my elbow got some more ribs.)
It didn't hurt too bad til after the ride was over. I just hope I can
take a deep breath before the White Rock Mountain Enduro on Sunday.
It was great to meet Everett and Keith. They told me that I had just
missed you. I had wanted to meet you, especially after reading
Everett's story on the Rocky Ridge ride. Maybe next time. Look for a
new Gas Gas on display. I always take a new one with me, just in case.
Besides, it looked really good as one of the only clean bikes there on
Sunday afternoon.
This was the first time that I had been on a row with six riders. The
five of us from our shop were waiting at the starting line on row 2,
when this guy on a KTM came up and got in line with us. He had the
same number (2B ) as Wesley, a boy that works in our shop. The starter
didn't have a problem with it, so I told Wes not to worry. The fellow
was a nice guy and an "A" rider to boot.
Will you ride any other BJEC rides? On April 5, there is going to be
an enduro at Cooperland in Stillwater, OK. It's supposed to be run in
a basic, loose qualifier format. The averages are supposed to be
attainable; with the motocross special test to determine the winners.
The terrain at Stillwater used to be just about the best on the BJEC.
Let me know if we can get together. I'm trying to talk Everett into a
ride.
As far as race results go, this is the Smackover Motor Sports crew
and how they did:
Jim Cook- 1st B- Senior
Josh Cook - 1st Open B
Brandon Butler-(son 16) 5th C 200
Wesley Green - 2nd C 200
Sam Robertson - C 4-stroke - had fun and quit at gas while
still having fun.
I'll be looking forward to riding with ya'll again.
Jim Cook - Wudsracer
(I hope I can straighten my neck out by Sunday, so my wife lets me
start White Rock.)
Kenneth Murphy
EMARPLE (ema...@aol.com) wrote:
: A -riders have to start from row 20-30 I think. Everyone else can pick the row
: they want by preregistering on a first-come, first-serve basis. At least that's
: the way it was explained to me.
I think Texas is the only circuit around that does this. And, I'll add, the
'C' riders have absolutely no second thoughts about pulling over when a faster
rider catches them. They're the best, IMHO. The 'C' riders in the RMEC
could learn many lessons from these guys. No particular flames to any lurking
RMEC 'C' riders, but it seems to me that every one I catch, wants to race.
In the RMEC, A riders are drawn first, B's second, and C's last. One AA rider
is put per row in rows 1-20. It's done that way here, for fear of bottlenecks.
Mountain riding has certain obstacles that are negoiated faster by some, than
others.
: I have no doubt that Dave is already laying plans for his next enduro. He
: simply LOVES to ride dirt bikes. And anyone like that is OK in my book.
Makes him OK in my book. Hopefully we can hoop up at Turkey or Post?
: Everett
TMaxel
EXCELLENT Dave!!! I know how you feel, my kids show me up all the time, but I
LOVE it! :-)
Tell Lil Dave Super job! Teflon tape under the perch... Come on Dad. ;-)
TMaxel
RM 250, #53, Me
RM 80, #44, Tommy
KX 60 & LEM CR3 Works, #35, Tyler
Direct EMail -> MAXEL%MTC...@Navistar.com
Kenneth Murphy
Ghost Rider (mo...@gte.net) wrote:
: towards Motorcycle bliss. Now you will be entering every enduro
: between the two big lakes. Before you know it, you will be roosting
: Ken Murphy!!1 <G> i know i already do.....<G>
Yep, I'm pretty slow. It don't take much to roost me! I routinely
get whipped by kids on 60's so I'm pretty sure you can.
Just let me know when youre coming to Colorado to embarras me, 'kay?
: Ghost Rider
Stan Schweitzer
TMaxel wrote:
>
> EXCELLENT Dave!!! I know how you feel, my kids show me up all the time, but I
> LOVE it! :-)
>
> Tell Lil Dave Super job! Teflon tape under the perch... Come on Dad. ;-)
>
allowing the lever to fall off? Of course Dad might of had something to
do with that!
Stan "Team Hinckey"
Dave Chasse
I put on new lever and perch, ran the nut up on the lever bolt, forgot
to tighten it. That was a brand-new Kawasaki lever! Lil Dave discovered
real quick he could bang it in first with the throttle pinned and take
off pretty easy in the deep sand. He'd get a killer wheelie anywhere
else!! Managed to hang on. Went and bought some ny-lock nuts to put on
those things so it won't happen again. Lesson learned. Need to get him
some handgaurds, do they make em small for those Renthal KX60 bars?
Dave Dude
96 YZ250
THE POWER TO DNF
MX Tuner
>I think Texas is the only circuit around that does this.
The SE&TRA series around here does that, too. I was on row 10 for a
race when I was riding "C".
>In the RMEC, A riders are drawn first, B's second, and C's last. One AA rider
>is put per row in rows 1-20. It's done that way here, for fear of bottlenecks.
I've seen some truly spodeful "B" riders out there. Anyone catches me
and I'm letting them by as reasonably soon as possible.
MX Tuner
TMaxel
In article <3512C6...@xxx.xxxxxx.com>, Stan Schweitzer
<schw...@xxx.xxxxxx.com> writes:
>Nice suggestion but, I don't think it broke. Didn't a bolt fall out
>allowing the lever to fall off? Of course Dad might of had something to
>do with that!
>
>
No, I use teflon tape... I put in allen head bolts and loctite them in. (I
loctite everything (the blue stuff))
Dave Chasse
.jim cook wudsracer wrote:
> Dave,
> Sorry that I missed you.
Me too Jim.
snip
> I thought that they marked the trail well, but didn't have up enough
> mile markers.
Yeah I thought that too, only remember seeing a couple mile markers.
> The whoops at the Jimmy Jack were wider and longer than I'm used to.
They kinda took me by surprise but I THINK I was able to move to the
side where it wasn't so bad. Wasn't aggressive enough to keep the front
wheel up through those things.
> It didn't hurt too bad til after the ride was over.
Heal up quick dude.
They told me that I had just
> missed you. I had wanted to meet you, especially after reading
> Everett's story on the Rocky Ridge ride. Maybe next time. Look for a
> new Gas Gas on display.
OOOOOhhhh, I saw that thing. You'd really let me ride it? Supposed to
make crazy torque down low, counterbalancer and all, light(218?), and a
one finger hydralic clutch. OOOOOOOhhhhhhh....
> Will you ride any other BJEC rides? On April 5, there is going to be
> an enduro at Cooperland in Stillwater, OK. It's supposed to be run in
> a basic, loose qualifier format. The averages are supposed to be
> attainable; with the motocross special test to determine the winners.
> The terrain at Stillwater used to be just about the best on the BJEC.
> Let me know if we can get together. I'm trying to talk Everett into a
> ride.
Ok Jim. I think Cycleland near Nacodoges is on that date. I was
planning that one. We should get together somehow, yes? Keep talking to
Everett and let me know.
> I'll be looking forward to riding with ya'll again.
> Jim Cook - Wudsracer
Likewise.
Dave Dude
96 YZ250
Uwe Hale
STeVe? :
> Oh, Uwe. He just called you a sissy. If this is true, I will too.
I've been called worse just by people mispronouncing my name. Dammit - I'm not
a female sheep.<g>
Uwe Hale
89 YZ250WR
76 BMW R/75
sTeVe?
On 16 Mar 1998 22:40:46 GMT, ema...@aol.com (EMARPLE) wrote:
>Dude's buddies showed up. And Uwe Hale, who was supposed to be the
>guiding light for Keith and I, was a no-show too. Uwe already said he
>hated to ride in the mud, so I guess that was fair warning.
Oh, Uwe. He just called you a sissy. If this is true, I will too.
>(somewhere around mile 35), I was still somewhat optomistic. We hadn't
>dropped many points at all and we only had something like 20 miles
>tp go. But that's where the sadists who laid out the course really went to
>work. From this point on there were no more scheduled stops. No more
>clean goggles and no leisurely drinks of water. From here on, it
>increasingly became a question of survival. The trail was getting really
>tough and I could feel my energy just draining away.
They did the same thing to us at Greenbrier. From 78.6 to the 114.8
there wasn't even time to breathe!
>Probably the worst thing for me was the slimey mud. The front end would
>want to go one direction and the rear another. I would be revving it for
>all she's worth and only moving 2 mph, completely sideways, wrestling
>the handlebars until I was exhausted,
Let off and let it hook up and carry as much momentum as possible.
>checks. We could have sent women, children and lesser men sceaming in
>terror with one glance. But we kept riding.
<Tim Taylor grunt>
Oh, oh, oh, oh!
>1) Some people are so fast you have to wonder if they are even human.
>More than once I was riding hard only to have somebody go blowing past
>me like I was tied to a tree. When I was sliding around with like zero
>traction, a guy on an XR Honda came railing around me and disappered off
>into the distance.
More than enough torque is available in whatever two stroke you are
riding. The nice thing about two strokes is when they do get stuck,
there is a bout 20 lbs less to pull out of the hole.
Steve
aged CR250 pilot