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Wyman Pond Racing 2 Ride report's

5/25/04

RIDE REPORT FOR FREETOWN - #2, #5, #10 and #1101 in attendance.  #2 has
posted stats.

The morning schedule hummed along as planned.  #5 loaded onto old faithful
(trailer) and rode in style with #1101.  #2 almost overshot the freeway exit
while chatting w/ #10 (by his own admission) so I guess I'm off the hook
since now he is the common denominator.  hahit the drop point at appx
9:40am.  Many, many bikes for no event, but the woods handled the traffic
fine as I don't remember meeting anyone on the trail (other than mtn bikers)
all day.  On the trail by
10:15, we planned a 7 mile loop first.  Well
established trail of typical
New England mix of rock, root, dirt.  Trail was
marked pretty good but there were a lot of low hanging branches that were
annoying at worst.  Trail turned quite rocky as we went along but nothing
absurd.  The last 1/2 mile back to the truck was beautiful loamy burms.  I
started feeling it at this point and we decided to do a 14 mile loop before
lunch.

Started out normal again as we all recognized that this was a rocky place.
Much of the rocks were loose softball to basketball sized making riding very
intense.  There were no breaks in the rock.  We eventually agreed that the
giant muck/slime puddles were a welcome break from the rocks until towards
the end when even these were filled with loose rock.  About 1/2 mile from
the trucks I went down hard (on rocks - if that surprises you).
  The victims
of the fall was my left arm, left knee, left footpeg and generally
everything else on the left side of me and the bike.  After a rest and
prayer of thanks that nothing was too serious, I made it back to the truck.

Traditional WPR meal of chili-dogs was delicious (we must all put matches in
all tow vehicles ASAP!)  We all had a positive attitude but it seemed
obvious to me that we were conspicuously NOT talking about the rocks.  It
must be said that #1101 and #10 were clearly out front as the day went on.
They "claim" they were having fun.

Anyway, back on the trail for the 25 mile long loop.  But after 4 miles in
#2 was pure luggage on his bike taking several off-trail site-seeing treks
luckily finding his way back to the trail without incident (although maybe
not in his underpants, though) and I was riding so slow I think a 3-legged
chipmunck passed me at one point.  It seemed if I missed any rocks in the
trail my bike would somehow double back to make sure I hit them.  #2 decided
to call it a day and headed back to the trucks where he immediately A/C'd
himself back to life.

I told #1101 and #10 to wait for me every 2 miles - which they gracefully
did.  Of course any day of riding is better than most of everything else but
I will not be back there.  Also, please don't anyone ask me to ride an
enduro again - it will not happen.  ever.

The "Basil Burger" and Miller Lite never tasted better.  And now for my
usual highlights/lowlights:

HI's:
good weather
plenty of trails
dude with matches
young girl rider that rode more than #2
#1101 starting her dad's bike on the first kick after he nearly killed
himself trying
no [severe] injuries/breakdowns
rear wheel bearings not failing catastrophically
wathing people at a riding area blast 100 times up and down the paved access
rode on dirtbikes wearing a helmet and not much else in terms of gear (this
is in the Hi's section because nobody went splat on the tar

LOW's:
This place should be called "Nearly Fatal Round Rocks Jamboree"
we rode the same exact loop before and after lunch (even though I didn't
know it until I came to the spot I crashed in the morning)  it just seemed
harder in the PM
not riding with the original group planned for the Mohawk

As the pain subsides (except in my neck and arms and legs and...) it was
still a great day to get out and ride.  I'm looking forward to the next one!

 

#2 = the Pres. (Donny)
#5 = the Treas. (John B.)
#10 = the VP (Dave Ski)
#1101 = nobody really knows who this guy is, he just insisted that he be
numbered in binary code or whatever it is (Bob "the Milkman" Ski - it just
occured to me we have two "Ski's")

go to the website for the others www.wymanpondracing.com.  You guys should
get numbers at this point.  click on the new members application and submit.
you will need a sponsor to get in (he he).

 


#5

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5/4/2003

Subject: ride report

 

#77 and myself took to the dirt to start our 2003 season at the Carrescia Mudlands and Inland Waterways in Winchendon, Mass.  #77 was sporting his new 1997 Yamaha WR250 (it WAS clean!!) and I on...  the trusty old Katoom (white/pink/purple).  the riding was truly awesome with lots of moist grippy forest floor, some all out mud bogs and just a touch of pit riding.  the day was beautiful and the trails were in exceptionally good condition.  the snowmobiles that rode these trails over the winter have really kept them nice and open (with signage I've never seen before in Mass).

 

after #77 gave his little girl a couple of rips around the yard on a maiden voyage, we headed out from his backyard (lucky dog!)  we didn't get very far before running into a good trail samaritan who had just broke a beaver dam and was letting the pond (what was the trail) drain.  we didn't wait but rode straight through the mid-calf deep water.  now #77 was wet.  we connected to the backside of the Dennison trail system and dumped out into the pit near the tracks (#2: #77 showed me a way into that pit without going up on the railroad and over the bridge).  but then neither of us could find the traditional way out - although the trail we were trying was very cool.  back at the pit I tried #77 new steed and LIKED IT A LOT!!  anyway, after negotiating some "Atlanta Red" mud, and looping in the woods on some great trails near a huge pond/river/wetland and an old trestle bridge abutment complete with full forest burms, darkness began to settle around us.  we headed for home - good thing for headlights!

 

a great night of riding: appx 2 hours and 25 miles.  the beer was cold and delicious.  the KTM is undergoing season prep maintenance and a face lift.  we need to plan another ride with the group in preparation for the turkey run.  on my count there are 5 confirmed with a couple of possibles: #2, #5, #10, #77 and B#o3b3 (what is your number anyway?!?!).  #10 has graciously offered to pull my trailer with 4 bikes on it.  maybe we can fit a 5th but then I think we're pushing space on both the trailer and the truck with gear, etc.  also, if others confirm we will need a second vehicle anyway.  the blazer is still working well if needed.  it's 3 weeks away!!

 

#5

 

7/31/01

The ride would be our first @ the lake for the year. # 5 would keep the tradition as our "Time & Attendance Specialist ". So # 33 and I decided to go on a re-con mission hunting for the missing cones. Once in Hager Park it became apparent something has changed. Someone has been very serious cutting new trails and marking them with signs (wide enough for sled's). I wanted to take 33 over rt2 to the track and once again to my surprise it was well groomed? We spent 40 minutes or so ripping off laps and taking pictures (see below). Once we decide to head back to the club house I asked 33 if he wanted to drag race up the long straightway. The kdx200 vrs the xr400. Race # 1 the xr won by 2 bike lengths. Race 2 the kdx200 won by how muck? Only 33 know for sure. The tiebreaker was left for another day as # 5 was waiting @ the drop zone. This is when 33 and I stumbled across the cones. 2 are in good shape and 1 was destroyed. Never send children (# 3 &# 4) to a man's job. Once we hooked up with # 5 it was time for crow hill. 33 wanted to climb the backside right away and did with ease much to # 5 disbelief. Soon we were all off to the forest for a run down the tight trail as usual it was pure joy. Since nightfall was near we decide to head home. Our/my judgement was a little off so by the time we made it back to crow hill for the second time it was complete darkness. myself and 33 made it with some what ease even though 33 was bit hard ate the big rack # 5 can't ever seem to get past (sore right but cheek). After the ride the 3 of us had a few pops and enjoyed the cool waterfront the clubhouse has to offer. # 2

Picture page 7/31/2001

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Subj:    berlin ride report

Date:   09/21/2000 9:38:34 PM Eastern Daylight Time

From:  rhunter1@mediaone.net

To:      wymanlake@aol.com

 

This report comes at the request of Johnny number 5.We departed my house at 4 am on Saturday. We ate breakfast at Monroe's diner near the Twin Mountains in NH. We arrived at Berlin ride area at 9:30 am. We didn't leave the parking lot until 11 am, because Wild Bill (Ricky's friend with the RMX250) needed to fix a flat. Finally on the trail!! The first thing I noticed was that the first 100 yards (or so) had been groomed. It used to be a mass of land mines, just a field of boulders. That part of the trail used to be a harsh way to start the ride, now it's pretty nice. The ride was a bit wet, but not uncommon for Berlin. The sandy section with the whoops and berms was excellent as usual. My favorite section by far. The trail after the first road had some large puddles, one of which almost claimed me as a victim. This was the section where we had our first casualty. Doug (Quadzilla that was banished to the back of my truck for the remainder of the weekend) lost a ball joint. So Ricky (XR650) used my tow strap to hold the 2 a-arms together to get Doug back to the trucks via Success Pond Road. Onward we went stopping at the half way point (bridge). #67's (Honda Fourtrax 250R) rain gear was shredded by this point!!!! After the halfway point, the riding got rough, it seemed as though we were riding through a river bed instead of down a trail. We all made it through and on to the pond. Could it be...#67 makes it to the pond and back without breaking something. This might be the time his bad luck streak is broken!!??!!??

The way back was not nearly as much fun for me as the way there was. After the road from the pond, at the head of the first trail is where my CR said "WHAT , YOU THINK YOUR COOL, PASSING SLOWER RIDERS?? TAKE THIS!!!" That was when I hit the ground. Just a little too much throttle in an area that was just a little too slippery. Some of you have seen the resulting wounds. I shook it off and climbed aboard, only to find myself on the ground again about 200 feet down the trail. This was when I decided that my body had taken enough for 1 day. The rest of the ride was in slow motion compared to the beginning. I stayed in the back of the pack, making sure Tortelli (Ricky's friend with the utility quad) was going in the right direction. We met up with the rest of the guys at the half way point. By this time, #67's streak of bad luck looked as though it would be kept alive. His quad seemed as though it was running extremely rich. So he took off the filter to wring the water out of it. After a short break we resumed. His quad ran no better, anything over half throttle would make it sputter and die. Finally we gave up on it and towed it to Success Pond Road with Tortelli's utility quad. The streak goes on!! The rest of the ride was mellow for me, just taking it easy (not wanting to go down again) and enjoying the leisurely pace. Finally back at the truck!! It felt really good to get out of the wet gear and toss back a few liquid aspirin to ease the pain. We sent Wild Bill to go pick up Jeff. Poor Doug sitting back at the truck with nothing to do (besides have a few beers). I let him take the beast that beat me up for a ride. So Doug and Derrick (KDX200) went for a ride to the shelter. They came back about an hour later (with no casualties).

Off to the Royalty Inn. The rooms were cramped with 4 in one and 3 in the other. I tried to book at the Town and Country Inn, but there was no vacancy. That's the place to stay at. Jay And I went to the pool area, and enjoyed about a half a beer until we got kicked out. Some bitch ratted on us for drinking. Jeff and Derrick found a wire connector had come loose on #67's coil. Thus fixing his problem. The meal at the Grill was excellent again. We had pitcher's of Tuckerman's Pale Ale with dinner. Good stuff!! we crashed about 11 pm, my sleep was restless due to my injuries. We ate breakfast at the usual spot (name???), which was excellent again.

At the trail by 10 am. I let Doug ride my 500 again, so his weekend wasn't a total waste. I wasn't up to 100%, so I decided not to go to the half way point to meet up with #2, 5, etc. Tortelli and I went towards the shelter. After a little exploring, we went to the shelter and waited for the rest of our group to get there. After the whole group was assembled, we ventured off on a new (to us) trail, which ended up in a swampy mess. Jay (CR500) was the first and only to go through the black foul smelling mud, which happened to leave a large amount of roost on Chris (KDX200). He was covered!! We turned around at that point and went back to the trucks. Then we ventured to the pit. This is where I had a great deal of fun, climbing hills, wheelies down the road, diving down hills, and jumping up them. I burnt a whole tank of gas here. What a blast. Although the hills were considerably smaller this year, the jumps were much better. Hopefully #5 will scan some of the pics.

Then the ride home, something that is not looked forward to. Don't you wish...BEAM ME HOME SCOTTY!!! The food at Gordi's was just ok this time. Last time was much better, I think it was because we were on the lounge side last time. OH WELL!! I didn't pull into my driveway until 11:30 pm. We left the truck loaded until he next day. Everyone that went up in my group blew off work on Monday. Tired and sore. I can't wait until next year. My next ride report will be DUNES 2000. #88

Subj:    "THE END"

From:  PM 66 RACING

#2, et all,

Well..............here it is, the FINAL "off season" ride report.

Sunday, August 27 (!) Hot laps, the car was way loose. We adjusted tire pressures and added a lighter spring in the rear.

Qualifier, started on the pole, and held the #1 spot for3 laps. The tires heated up, and the handle went away. I finished 6th out of 8

Feature.....Again I started on the pole, and ran well for 3 laps. Caution flag!

On the restart, (I was still on pole) I continued to lead 2 more laps......then......BAM!!! I was drop-kicked HARD coming out of turn 2. I refired the car, and took my place in the BACK of the field. The only justice I got from the flagman was that he sent the F###ING A##HOLE that slammed me to the rear as well. I ended up finishing the feature in 12th place.

Well....THAT'S ALL! My racing "career" is basicly OVER for the next few years. I may run the open race in October at Star Speedway in October....I'll let ya know if I do.

Sorry for the delay guys, but I've been busy prepping for the soon to come sno-mo season. I am in the middle of building a garage JUST for my sled.

C-YA sometime soon!

"66" (no longer to be known as 68)

 Subj:   YAWWWN! Off season ride report.

Date:   08/22/2000 9:10:09 PM Eastern Daylight Time

From:  PM 66 RACING

To:      DDike12397

 

#2, #5 (PAY ATTENTION!), et all,

August 20....After changing the fuel pump and all rubber hoses, we ventured out to the track. Warm-up laps were the usual, with most of our time trying to set the car up for the drastically reduced temperatures. The car was "average", about even with the top 8 cars.

Qualifier....I start the qualifier on the pole. The car seems fine, as I pull onto the track and line up for the race. I made it 50 feet onto the track, and (#5 guessed it) BLAM!! dead.....won't refire. (something tells me that #5 must be enjoying my streak of shit luck...."better him than me"?)

ANYwho....after cooling in the infield whilst I watched in utter dismay, the car refired, and I limped it into the pits. Problem surmised: no tach signal while cranking means no reference signal. We changed both the coil and control module, and crossed our fingers once again.

FEATURE TIME...after the AWESOME no-show on the qualifier, I started dead last at the feature. Within 10 laps I made it up to 10th place (started 16th), and after 2 cautions, I edged my way into 7th place. This is where I FINISHED the race. The car was too loose to run the outside groove, which left me stuck in a crowd of 8 cars all jockying for position.

The most important fact though, is that the problem is solved, and I can now work with the all important race set-up, rather than spending all the track time trying to get the stupid car to run.

I am finally looking forward to next weeks 40 lap feature extravaganza, and the all important visit by the WPR crew!!

refreshingly yours,"66" (68)

Ride report for 13Aug00

The players: Myself #12-00' Polaris Scrambler 400 4x4; John Reslow-97' Banshee; Chris Ciampa-00' Polaris Scrambler 400 2x4; Tommy Georges-98' Polaris Scrambler 500 4x4.

We started off at the regular parking spot at Templeton, while warming up the Banshee we found it to be what we thought was fouled. After removing the plugs we saw that they were indeed soaked in oil. This was Johns first 2 stroker and sky cycle told him to mix the gas at 16:1, I guess they wanted to keep the Saudi’s happy? After emptying the tank halfway and refilling with straight gas to give us a 32:1 mix we then drained the bowls to get rid of the oil slick. The Banshee still would bog down past 1/4 throttle, hmmm! I suggested it must be that crappy electrical rev limiter, so I started to locate the wiring while my friend played with the E-Brake sensor, whala! The banshee was soon singing like a swarm of bees! After an hour of playing around it turned out the e-brake sensor was the cause.

Once on the trails we went directly to the sand pits for a few hill climbs and to break in our newest rider, Tommy with his 500. After some fun climbs we proceeded across to the other side of Rte 2, via 2a. Once on the other side we ran into multiple quads and bikes, and enjoyed the show. On kid on a 350x trike seemed to be fearless and felt like showing off only to find himself on his back with the trike looping over on top of him. Kinda reminded me of P.T.. We got away from that particular group of riders and went to another set of pits to play around and watch the other riders. There seemed to be a lot of dirt bikes today, so we watched them as the floated over the whoops like we could only dream of.

We then hit the trails towards Otter river and ran into some washed out areas, which were fun to navigate through. There was a lot of water and mud, but we tried to avoid them for the simple reason of the unknown. These puddles were dark and still and we didn’t feel like adventuring and getting stuck today. We ended up on a good straight away so it was time for some speed runs. I ran with the Banshee expecting to get murdered only to find that the auto got the holeshot and I pulled him to the end. It should be noted that we did run out of room and the Banshee was pulling me in for the inevitable, once he hit forth he said he was closing in for the kill, plus this was Johns first time on his banshee so I think I better take my so called win because there may not be another. The 2nd race was between Chris and his Scrambler 400 2x4 and me. Off the line I pulled a good wheelie and watch him pull away while I had to let off the gas, once my four wheels hit the ground I was off and running, I pulled him in and played with the throttle because of the lack of passing room, I was glad to see the pipe and clutch kit did it’s job, although once Chris puts the same setup on his bike I’ll be watching his tail again.

Finding are way to the dirt track under the R&R bridge we raced around alittle bit and found a small tabletop jump. We all hit it, and gradually got faster and longer jumps. John on his Banshee got warp speed and hit the jump hard, only to send him in a endo going about 30 ft in an almost vertical position. I had to close my eyes because the outcome looked inevitable. To my surprise John bailed on impact because the handle bars broke loose and went forward. He rolled to the left while the quad landed on all fours and rolled forward. John was hurting and it took him a good 20 min. to shake it off while we repaired his bars back into shape.

After having seen enough of the Joey Chitwood air show, we decided to head back to the pits and watch the other riders. Once at the pits I was on reserve, I guess that main jet change sucks a lot more gas than I thought. While heading back to the trucks we saw a Toyota buried up to its doors in a mud puddle,(I’m glad we decided not to experiment with the unknown)this site brought back some familiar memories. A Ford pickup hooked up to the stranded Toy and pulled him out with little effort. When the guy got out of the Toyota the water just poured out of the doors. Sound familiar? Oh well, riding along the puddle stricken trails I decided to splash my friend Chris, who had let his guard down. After soaking him he was out for revenge, only to find himself getting wet again, maybe next time Chris. We did one final pit run on the way back, I forgot I was on reserve and quickly found out when my quad fizzled out at the top of a good size hill, I then had to test those all in one brakes Polaris has going backwards. They worked like they should and I made it down without flipping. I the limped back to the truck on fumes, while the rest followed.

It was a great ride and a great day, we were all getting tired and John was alittle on the sore side but we all had a great time. The same crew will be heading out Wednesday and we may have two more riders. Until next time #12.

Subj:    ride report and mileage

Date:   08/15/2000 12:42:07 PM Eastern Daylight Time

From:  jbangrazi@aac-robot.com

#5 met up with #2 and #195 at makeshift track near Monty Tech on Sat. eve.

2 & 195 had been there for an hour. made several loops in the track. the whoops were horrendously large but it was fun the do some jumps and hill climbs. set off down the power lines to try for Muddy Pond. we weren't sure if we could connect so it was a true recon mission. trail down power lines was usual power line terrain. ducked into the woods on one side for great, albeit brief, loamy single track to a dead end. backtrack and go off in opposite direction for more terrific single track once again to a dead end at new development and posted no tresspass signage.

back to the power line. this trail diminished as we went until we were virtually trailblazing. now my experience has shown that this usually happens right before it gets really good coming from the other direction. but with light waning and 195 on a true motocrosser (no light) we decided to tackle the arguous task back in daylight. back to the track for a little more and then pack it up.

gastronomy report for WPR director of food (#4): ate at Joseph's pub (formerly Little Town Hall). food was ok, music was too loud, they had a pool table, but the redeeming quality of the place was a very cute, if not abrupt which was part of her charm, bartender/waitress.

ride: 4

food: 4

with the only odometer working in the offroad group I will do a better job of posting ride mileage:

ride in Ayer with #2, #5, #12 and Bob: 27 miles

ride at Rt. 2 track with #2 and #5: 17 miles

ride to LSF with #2, #5 and Bob: 17 miles

ride at Monty Tech pit with #2, #5 and #195: 14 miles (more for 2 & 195)

 

next ride recommendation from #5: Templeton or Lost Lake. although, it probably won't be until Sept. 9 if we want to get out again before Berlin because #66 race is Sat. 26 at Hudson raceway. by the way, what time is this race? let's solidify a plan for those attending.

#5

Subj:    "off season" ride report

Date:   08/14/2000 9:13:01 PM Eastern Daylight Time

From:  PM 66 RACING

#2, #5 (HEY!...NO SNICKERING!) et all,

Well...........reluctantly.......here is the latest IMPRESSIVE ride reports

July 23rd.. The car ran smooth and quick in the warm-ups, and the qualifier, BUT, once again....stumbled and failed after 15+ laps on the feature. Upon closer inspection, we found some crimped wires at the firewall (ala wall slamfest) , and proceeded to replace ALL wiring, switches, and circuit breakers. .........

....Confident with repairs, we look forward to our next race....

July 30th.....rained out

August 6th..division not racing...week off

August 13th...Finally, we get to race!! The car was great on initial warm-ups. The car was a little loose on corner exit, and between playing with tire pressures, and changing rear springs (softer: more bite) we were ready to rumble. Qualifier...started 4th, finished 4th. After the qualifier, I advanced the timing. The car was lacking "enthusiasm" on the throttle. Feature race 1 (double feature night) the car was dead-even with the best. I started in 6th spot, and stayed there until it started acting up at around the 15th lap mark. In between races, I once again played with the timing (more advance), and replaced the spark plugs.

Feature #2. Started in 8th spot. Drop the green, and go go go! The car SCREAMED on the outside groove, and I managed to pass 4 cars in 2 laps.....................then.......

BLAM! the old problem rose it's ugly face once again.....intermittent pop'n'fart.

well.......the only thing we HAVEN'T replaced yet is the fuel pump and main fuel line............so.........guess what I'M doing this week? I hope I have this issued resolved before the planned visit of the WPR organization. It would be TRUELY humbling to have my peers witness such a shameless display of SHIT-LUCK!

( I only hope this mechanical failure problem does NOT follow me into winter!)

humbly yours "66" (aka...68)

7/28/2000

Members in attendance, # 2,# 5, amd Bob W (if he every decides to join WPR he will be our reckon specialist). The Mutual decision was made to enter Leominster state forest. We started from Wyman's and headed up crow hill. The trails were just as I remembered, the first few jumps put me in the grove required for such a great adventure. Mean while # 5 kept stopping , moving logs, whatever he could do to procrastinate the inevitable. Finally we made it to the top of Crow hill and started our decent. Bob and I went down the trail in no time without incident. Mean while # 5 was @ it again. He decided to booney his way down off the trail for an easier decent (so he thought). Mean while bob and I are @ the bottom waiting for # 5, for say 10 min ??? Apparently while out in the woods he took a branch to the eye. Hope it ok # 5

Finally we were under way and made it to the forest where the trails were fabulous, very tight, with lots of turns and very technical. # 5 and I had some great battle racing throughout the LSF, Several times I almost hit # 5 from behind as we entered the corner's. We went as far as Notown reservoir. We decided to take a well deserved break and enjoyed the peaceful scenery. After our break we felt that was time to make our way home because it would soon be getting dark.

Once we crossed RT31 you could tell night riding would be an added obstacle for the 5 dreaded hill climb. Just prior to the hill climb Bob got closed lined by a low hanging branch leaving a nice war wound he would need to explain. @ the base of the hill we all examined the hill and planned our strategies for such a tough climb. I attached the hill in 1st gear with a steady throttle and made it up the twist and turning wet rock trail with ease. Then # 5 was up, as he approached the hill I saw hesitation in his eyes and that was it the hill once again beat # 5 (0-4) and would need to push him up( I won't mention # 5 lost his cool with the pres). I will give # 5 credit when credit is due. He really knows how to push a bike up a hill. Bob's attempt was slightly better than # 5's and after several tries' we pushed him up also. AGAIN # 5 Low marks. The rest of the ride out was pretty dark and hard to see.

Till next Time # 2

7/15/2000

The place was the old mill pits. # 5 and # 2 left from Wyman's and took the trails to the make shift race track. The two of us had some great battles. While # 5 was in the lead I was able to make up some ground in certain parts of the course to attempt a pass , I really didn't feel I could make a clean pass so I decides not to bang bars. After our break # 5 wanted to change bikes. In the end I liked the ktm but was very uncomfortable the first 5 + laps. The rear break was touchy (several stalls) and the front end felt like it had a push on the uphill right sweeping section prior the down hill jump. Once I had my bearing's on the ktm I was cruising, I was actually making up ground on # 5 (or maybe he was letting me). ^The two of us had some nice jumping segments when we would be just behind or in front of each other. This gave me a new understanding of what the pro's deal with every day. I didn't feel like there was much I could do if # 5 went down or visa versa. Towards the end # 5 and I had a jumping contest to see where we were actually landing on the big down hill.

After the track we went to a sand hill to attempt a climbing . # 5 again low marked and even once looped it over @ the top on one of his runs.

Finally it was time for the drag race. I have been putting this off for a while now(I hate losing to # 5). The 1st race I won, the second race # 5 passed me @ the end ( I let off because of a bump I hit on the first run) and the 3rd run I got smoked ( I almost stalled it but was able to save and stay close) the kdx wasn't going to catch the ktm. # 5 said he felt like he was gaining on me in the 1st 2 races.

 

Seeya # 2

7/2/2000

# 12. # 5, # 2, and Bob W do the " Ayer power lines"

Subj:    "WILD RIDE REPORT"

Date:   07/18/2000 7:59:54 PM Eastern Daylight Time

From:  PM 66 RACING

To:      DDike12397

 

#2 et all,

2 More ride reports;

1... July 2...After FINALLY resolving the upper RPM problem, We arrived at the track with great expectations. We also blew the mother load on 4 new tires. The track spec. tire is a harder compound "DOT approved" racing tire. These tires tend to get greasy if overheated when new. I won the qualifier, being careful not to overheat the new tires. Come feature time, I started 4th on the green flag, and stayed with the leaders, until 1/2 way thru the race...when...you guessed it, I overheated the tires, and they got greasy! I managed an 8th place finish.

 

2... July 16... We unloaded the car, and proceeded to SCREAM during the 1st warm-up session. On the second warm-up session, with only minor adjustments to tire pressures ( setting the stagger for the race) The car was BRUTALLY fast. Then it happened...the car got WAY LOOSE under full throttle, with little control, and spun HARD into the wall. Cause? Broken left rear axle...and losing the wheel.

~~~~~~~~~BIG BIG BIG BUMMER!~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Damage control: Needs new rear end, and straighten the front frame rails. The car will be up and running for this weeks show!

Do any of you now how hard a concrete wall is at near head-on at 70+mph is???

"66"

P.S. See ya on Saturday!

Subj:    The "stock report"

Date:   06/30/2000 10:23:21 PM Eastern Daylight Time

From:  PM 66 RACING

#2,

Sorry for the delay, but it's been HELL at work (4th of July RUSH).

I haven't raced the last 2 weeks. On my last race, the car was running SWEET!

I actually WON my qualifying race, and set about to prepare the car for a special 40 lap feature. No changes were made to the car from the qualifier. I started the race on the pole, and almost got run over at the drop of the green! I was a FULL SECOND a lap slower!!!! I managed to NOT get lapped during the race, but finished a dismal 12th! At least I didn't finish last.

During the 2 weeks that I was not racing, I spent lots of time trying to find the problem on the car. I re-re-re did the distributor, and, while setting the timing, (at 6,ooo rpm) I noticed that the carb was sucking the fuel out of the bowl vent!!! Another problem solved!

So.......I will try again this week, and I am expecting a top 3 FEATURE finish!

"Till then......~~LATER~~

"66"

11june00

            Myself, John Jr., and two other friends from work met at the Templeton High School @ 8:30am. We again parked off of 2a which gave us easy access to both sides of the Templeton pits. After unloading we went directly to the sand pit area so our co-worker with his new Polaris Scrambler 400 2wd 2 stroke could warm up. After climbing the hills and making sure the 400 was in good working order we proceed across to the other side of Templeton to the Lake Dennison area. The trails were pretty good with a mix of whoops, roots, rocks and mud. I went through a mud hole up to my seat and the 4wd once again redeemed itself, leaving my co-workers on the side lines wondering what was going to happen if I didn't make it. With alittle effort and bouncing, the scram 5 pawed its way through the mud to the other side. What's the point of 4wd if you don't use it? We made it to the railroad tracks and followed them to the small moto track. We then found a good stretch of paved road, perfect for a drag between the 400 and scram 500 with it's new pipe and clutch. After lining up, we heard the word go and I was up into a wheelie while my friend was beside me. I feathered the throttle to get the front end down and he beat me by a good 4-5 quad lengths. The second round we both spun off the line and he killed me again with his stock 400 2wd. Boy that thing is quick! Coming back I got a good start and blew him away, finally! We continued this for awhile, both winning and losing, until he got some air around a corner and collided with me at high speed. There wasn't any damage and we kept going. It was definetely a close call and we decided it was enough. Bottom line results were: my piped and clutched 4stroke could beat his stock 400 stroke off the line , but he would keep up and slowly pass me with no problem. When he decides to put the same mods in his quad it wouldn't even be close. His quad is definetely faster.

            We then proceeded back towards the pits, and fatigue was starting to show on our friend and his new quad. He was coming up with every excuse in the book in order to get back to the trucks. We stopped and took some pictures at the sand pits with all of us hitting a pretty good jump. Our friend and his new scram4 decided it was time to hit the jump and proceeded to endo-fall off-and run himself over. Fortunately he was alright with only minor scrapes and bruises, unfortunately our throw away camera was to slow in catching the entire event on film. We'll have to wait untill they're developed to see which position we caught him in. After that grand fanally we called it quits and headed back to the trucks. The day was as fun as we expected and everyone had a great time. Ride time was approximately 3 1/2 hrs. #12

 

09June00

            Myself and John Jr. went out to Templeton pits again for a "before work ride" in the morning. John Jr. was actually early and caught me with my pants down, literally! I'm quite regular in the morning. We found a good parking spot off of 2a. After unloading we hit the railroad bed and went straight towards the Ware river. The RR bed seemed endless. We got some good speed and could have went farther towards Barre Falls but time was getting short. We backtracked and hit some side trails. I climbed a good washed out hill with plenty of rocks and ruts, the Scram 5 went up with ease in 4wd. The 300ex got stuck and had to retreat. Maybe next time. We saw a few dirt bikes and that was all the traffic we encountered. The ride was nice and we both looked forward to coming back on Sunday the 11th with 2 other friends. Total ride time 2 3/4 hrs.

#12

 

Sunday 6/3/2000

1st time @ a new place. Our tour guide was Bob M from My work, In attendance was # 19 and # 2. The riding was very good . However, I am paying for it now. We rode for 1.5 hours through ayer and Groton. I wasn't on my game @ all. I was sick on Saturday 101.5 temp , dazed and confused and basically slepped most of the day. Sunday I felt allot better just acky in all my muscle. Monday I could barely get out of bed, I swore I ran the Boston marathon yesterday. The trails are mainly under power lines we saw allot of rock and some nice muddy sections, # 195 can tell you all about the mud. (the most recent victim of the kdx rear tire). It was actually a bad mistake, I was real tired I lost my balance smacked my ball on the tank and then lost the clutch resulting in # 195 mist fortune. The end of day we all took turn riding each others ride. Bobs xr650l was a monster, heavy and powerful. I would thing a gear change is in short order. (set up for the street gear wise) in the open sections what a rush of the four stoke chugging a way. # 195 bike is a monster, 1st and 2nd gear are out right dangerous !!!!(it will flip you in the bat of an eye lash) 3rd gear was my choice in the open area's. The suspension was real fine felt stiff when riding @ speed and soft when cruising

This place will definitely need to be explored in more detail # 2

Ride Report for 26May00

            I woke up in the morning waiting patiently for my friend Jon from work to show up with his new Honda 300ex. He was supposed to be at my house for 10am, little did I know I was dealing with a Johnny B. junior. I received a call a 10am stating he just woke up and he would be a llitle late! I guess! After mowing my lawn and having lunch, Jon junior finally showed without a helmet! We now had to waste another 1/2 hour buying a helmet.

            We finally arrived in Templeton around 2pm and unloaded at another friends house who happens to live right across from an access road into the Rt. 2 pits. We buzzed around the sand pits for awhile and got used to our brand new quads. I then decided to venture off into the trails to get to the other side of Rt2. We came up on what looked to be a simple mud crossing. Wrong! I went first and put it into 4wd, as I entered the mud my quad started to sink so I gave it some throttle and hit it with all I had. It sank up and over the tires and just spun all four wheels. Reverse was a joke, so I dismounted and proceeded to sink up to my waste into some stinky mud. I soon felt allot of logs underneath me and realized this was turning into a mess real quick. After coaching my friend into the mud pit, we finally got the 550lb beast out in about a 1/2hr. We then turned around and found the nearest stream to wash off, so much for brand new!

We then did a little road travel and crossed underneath Rt2 to get to the other side. Once there I started to remember the old trails and things got better. We zipped along the trails and into the pits for quite some time. We ran into a couple of guys riding a 2000 banshee and Yz 125. Then we saw another guy on a Honda 400ex all spiffed up riding in 2nd gear, I hope he was just breaking it in. We did a little technical stuff on some tight trails and basically just rode kind of easy considering this was both of our first times on our quads. We hit the hills in the pits and played in the sand bowls for a while. We ended up returning to the trucks at about 5pm. It was a good ride, but we barely explored the area. We stayed close to home for this ride so I believe the next Templeton trip will be allot longer in the woods looking for different trails.          One thing I noticed about Templeton was that it didn't seem as smooth as before(1990). I guess it's been awhile so things do change. The cart roads were beat up and filled with whoops. The sand pits were smaller as far as hill size. Oh well we'll just have to adapt.

                                                                        Craig #12

Monday Memorial Day

# 12 and friend with yours truly headed out to Winchedon Ma for a fun fill morning for riding. For the recorded every one was on time and ready to go. Except for # 5, he has never been this late has he ???. I could go on but its time to get back to the report.

# 12 showed with his brand new Polaris 500cc 4 stroke 4 wheel drive "Cadillac" This machine was plush !!!!! # 12 friend was on a mint condition Honda trx250x 4 wheeler, and of course I was on the newly painted kdx 200. We first headed north and crossed rt. 12 found allot of good trail ranging from tight technical riding to two rocky power lines to wide open flat railroad beds. We even found one good sandy hill climb. After tooling around the north side of route 12 we decided to head south parallel to route 140. The ATV's loved this trail and I was wishing I had installed those cruising peg's like you see on Harleys. After about 5 miles worth we were back on to real trails. We found several water crossing through out the day. There was one crossing where the stream was flowing so strong that it actually change the direction of my bike. All I could think of was the movie Risky Business when the Porsche mechanic asks "who was the U-boat commander was" !!! All in all the day was very fun with only one minor mechanical failure. I lost a bolt on the kdx's exhaust, # 3 will get the credit for this since he dragged me out to a car show on Friday night. Does # 12's friend want a # in the great Wpr organization ????

until the next time seeya # 2

#2 et all,

This report covers 2 races.

First, May 21, I finished in 14th place.................nuff said!

Second, May 28.

After a dismal showing in the previous week, changes where made to the overall set-up (springs, shocks, chassis heights, etc.), and I changed valve springs. Results;

I placed 5th of 7 in the qualifier, and managed a 6th out of 13 in the feature. Normally I would hang my head at these results, but considering I am still down on power at corner exit, I am pleased with the finish. The power problem is in the ignition, I believe, so that is where this weeks work will be.

All in all, the changes made ARE effective, but the results are smaller than expected..........better small improvements than no improvement at all..........

'till then, this is "field reporter" 66....over and out!

Dear #2;

Merry Christmas and Happy New Year from #88. I wrote this ride report at the request of #5. Please bear with me at the length of this ride report, because it covers about 9 days. It actually should be posted on WPR2. So to all you sled heads who have no interest in dirt riding… SKIP THIS RIDE REPORT!!!

CAST OF CHARACTERS

Jeffrey: fellow ATVer, and co-worker of myself (88) and #5.

George: old friend of mine from high school, sound engineer for the band Offspring

Paul: friend of George from Sutton, MA.

Bryan: co-worker of George, sound engineer of Blink 182.

It all started at the Providence airport at 10am, dec. 13th. We were outside for a last minute butt break, before our long journey to Phoenix, AZ. A truck pulls up, and out of the passengers side hops a cute girl, then another cute girl gets out of the drivers side. The next thing we see is these 2 chicks in a full on, tongue included, lip lock. Jeffrey says "whoa…cool…this trip is starting out pretty good!". That was the highlight of the first day. The plane ride was long and boring but we finally got to Phoenix, then had to hop on a shuttle to Tucson. We finally arrived in Tucson at 7pm, picked up George's Toyota pickup and got a hotel for the night.

On day 2, George is supposed to meet us, and our quads are supposed to arrive at Magnum Sound (Geogre's shop). I continue with my scheduled plan and rented a U-haul . I called ABF trucking and they tell me that the quads are still in Albuquerque, they won't arrive in Tucson until 1am, and they will be delivered on the morning of the 15th (bummer). We didn't hear from George who missed his flight from Mexico City because he partied too hard with the Offspring the night before. So Jeff, Paul, and I went to a bar to pass some time. A few pitchers of beer later, we decided to get a hotel for the night. At 9pm I finally heard from George, "pick me up at the Tucson airport at 9:30!". After picking him up I knew I would not return to my hotel room for at least a few hours. This is typical of George. A few hours, and Jack and Cokes later we returned to the hotel and got some sleep, hoping to leave for the dunes in the morning.

In the morning I called ABF, only to find out that the quads were delayed again, and won't be in Tucson until 1pm. I asked "when will they be delivered?". I was not pleased with the answer of "tomorrow morning.". So we took a ride to their warehouse, and pleaded our case to the man in charge. "tomorrow means that this shipment is 2 days late, it has cost us an extra 2 nights hotel, 2 days U-haul rental, and 2 days of riding". The guy told us that the quads are buried half deep in the truck and he doesn't have the man power to get them out now. He tried to work with us and said he will try to get them out when the next shift comes in at 6pm. We were aggravated but thankful that he was willing to help. So a few hours (7pm) and beers later we called ABF, the same guy told us that his boss who has already left for the day, told him not to unload our truck early but to wait until it's turn. So now we are really getting pissed. We are not getting any cooperation from ABF. They have had our quads since 1pm and plan to hold them until 8am the following morning. So after a lot of bitching, we made the best of our night and waited at Magnum Sound for the morning to come. While at Magnum, we got to take a good look at our west coast friend's machines. George's 96 Banshee sports red plastic with a bright orange powder coated frame. Brian's 89 banshee has blue plastic with a fluorescent lime green frame. Both have many polished parts and are practically spotless.

Thursday morning, we finally get our quads (George and Bryan admire our machines), unload them, fill them with fluids, and pack the U-haul for our 4 hour journey to the dune seas. The journey to the dunes is a long, boring ride on straight highway roads that only seem to have a slight corner every 50 miles. There isn't much to look at but some tumble weeds, cactus, and some large, treeless, red rock mountains lurking far off in the distance. Finally we arrived in Yuma, AZ (7pm)!! We bought some provisions for our 4 day camp out, then crossed the border into California. As we approached the dunes, nothing can be seen but total darkness. George and Bryan took a few night rides but the lack of a light on my east coast ATV, and fear of the unpredictable terrain kept me and Jeffrey back to tend the fire and enjoy a few beers. We set up our home for the next 4 days which included a carpeted living room with a centrally located fire place. I told Jeffrey that he will be amazed when he wakes up in the morning and takes a good look around. Nothing for miles but the "Disney World of ATVing"!!! My only way of describing the dunes is to call them a roller coaster ride that YOU control. There is big sweeping bowls that you could find yourself in 6th doing 60mph around, it could be compared to the banked corners of a nascar track.

Friday morning we awoke at the dunes. The weather ruled it was between 70-80 during the day. After a few jetting changes we were ready for our first ride. George is our leader, because he has a nac for reading the dunes. His riding style is very sporadic, with sharp turns and a lot of jumping. His favorite maneuver is to climb out of a bowl, jumping at the top of it, then turning around and diving back into it. Climb, Jump, Turn, Dive. We had 3 strong, hour long rides that day, before the sun fell. That night George and Paul left for LA to go to the Offspring Christmas party. We were also invited but declined due to ABF screwing us out of 2 days of riding. As we sat around the fire we watched the trucks and campers roll in to get an early start on the Saturday ride. The weather at night was very chilly, around 30.

The next day, we got an early start, with Bryan as our leader. Bryan has been going to the dunes since he was 5, so he reads them far better than George. But he doesn't like to lead because he has been bitten by the dunes and is more cautious because of it. Bryan's style of riding is more smooth than George's, he likes to sweep from bowl to bowl shredding hills and leaving giant roosts of sand. The dunes were packed with people, which makes the ride a lot choppier. So we headed across Buttercup Valley into Mexico, where not too many people ventured. We rode on virgin sand, no one comes this far because of the rumors of the Federales (Mexican border patrol) in jeeps with tripod machine guns on the back. They will shoot at you, if they catch you in Mexico they will take your quad and leave you in the dunes. We had 2 great rides that day before Jeffrey lost his kick starter in the great sea of sand. So we push started him and went back to camp. Bryan and I went back into Yuma to get Jeff a kick starter and some more fuel. We came back to get in another spectacular ride, which included myself leading us through the Buttercup Valley jumps a few times. The Valley jumps are a series of 5 jumps at the bottom of Competition Hill, which just cry out "hang time". After the jumps we stopped to watch the drag races up Competition. These guys build these rocket ships for one purpose… to scream up the hill… all day long!!! They have a radar gun, the fastest one flew up the 1/8 mile hill with a top speed of 76 mph. It was incredible to see these guys do this, but to build a machine that is only limited to a straight balls to the wall hillclimb is beyond me. There is so much MORE dune hoping out there.

Sunday morning came and George was our leader once again. We had 3 awesome rides. Despite 'Windy (the wind god) was being a blow hard, which made visibility poor. On the 2nd ride I followed George, with Paul (on Bryan's Banshee) and Jeffrey behind me. Paul and I had some great battles passing each other back and forth for a while. Such fun!! Until George hit this jump with an uphill landing, I followed and hit it at a greater speed than George, when I landed I hit hard, knocking the wind right out of my sails. On the 3rd ride it was George, Jeff, and myself. The sun had started to sink, but we went for one more ride anyway. As I followed George on his hellish trail through the dunes I lost my vision due to the sun as I climbed out of a bowl. My instincts told me to brake before I launched over something I couldn't see. TOO LATE!! I immediately dove into the next bowl… blind!!! I landed on my front wheels so hard that I popped both front tires off the bead of the rims. My steel steed threw like an inexperienced bull rider. I found myself at the bottom of a 25 foot bowl with my quad upside down on top of me. George and Jeff picked the machine off of me and asked if I was all right. I dizzily said "yes"!! George said he looked back to see the whole thing, "You launched off that ridge, didn't you see me slow down and take it sideways??". "George, I saw nothing but sunlight!!". So my ride back to camp sucked, because I couldn't steer with 2 front flats, and I was sore. When we got back to camp everyone wanted to eat, so we packed up everything and went into Yuma. We ate a great meal at the Red Lobster. I drank 2 Jack and Cokes with dinner, then back at the dunes George and I drank enough Jack and Cokes to finish a 5th in about an hour. I said many things I don't remember, and woke up with my clothes on.

Monday sucked!!!!! I was hanging pretty bad. Puked in the morning. Despite my hangover, I tried to ride. I could tell that due to my lack of confidence from my crash, and my hangover that I was being too overcautious to enjoy my ride. I went and slept off my hangover for a bit. Then did some jumps for pictures and went on one last dune ride of the millennium. We left the dunes at sundown, ate at Yellow Food Place (Denny's), and headed back to Tucson.

Tuesday was more work than anything, we unloaded the U-haul, drained the fluids from our quads then shipped them home. Jeff and I said goodbye to our riding buddies and took a shuttle to Phoenix. By the time we got to the hotel it was 11pm, nothing was open except Yellow Food. We were hungry and had no other options.

Wednesday came early, since I woke up at 3:30am and thought it was 5:30am because my watch was set to eastern time. So we were 3 hours early at the airport for a 7:50am flight. Actually the time went quick and we boarded the plane. Jeff had an aisle seat next to a blue haired kid with his blonde chick. I sat across the aisle next to a couple that had to weigh between 300-400 pounds each. NO LIE!!! So I had about half a seat. There also was a kid whining the whole flight about 2 rows ahead of me. So much for sleep on that 4 hour flight. The 2nd leg of our return trip was from Cleveland to Providence, which went by very quickly because there was a beautiful woman (originally from Ashby) sitting across the aisle from me. She was very nice and spoke with us the whole flight.

In conclusion, the trip was a success. Jeffrey wants to go back again next year. I always have had a great time every time I go to the dunes (5th time now), but being robbed of 2 days by the trucking company really bummed me out. Pictures will follow.

#88

Great report # 88, sound's like a trip of a life time # 2

Subject: berlin ride report

ride report for 10/16 at Berlin, NH (long version)

THERE IS AN IMPORTANT NOTE FOR SLED-ONLY MEMBERS AT THE END OF THIS REPORT, SO PLEASE READ ON.

the day began early at 3:15am in the woods of Princeton. as usual #5 could not fall asleep the night before a big event. got to first meeting point at 4:00am on time (I vow to work very hard for a perfect on-time record this year). got to second meeting point at 4:20am (five minutes late - not my fault). got to third meeting point at 5am on time. group of 4 vehicle caravan left from Lowell at 5:20am. watched day break at 6:30am on I-93 at 75mph. stopped at Monroe's family restaurant for breakfast at appx. 7:20am (this place is right at the 3 & 302 junction at Twin Mt.). it will not be a recommended WPR eatery, the home fries were no good. on the road again at appx. 8:00am and arrived at the drop point in Berlin about an hour later with a gas/oil stop. it was hunting season and we saw many orange clad gun slinging fellows pass while suiting up. (could anyone possibly mistake the bark of a 250cc tuned pipe 2-stroke for a fleeting deer? we'll see...) on the trail at 9:30am it was a brisk sunny fall day in northern NH, absolutely perfect riding weather. the trails were mostly wide single track with a few dirt/logging road connectors. the ground was very wet with many puddles which made great mud sections. there were very tall bridges at all river crossings. we made the shores of Success Pond in about an hour and a half. there were 7 bikes and 1 quad. the quad had no front fenders - the rider looked like wet toilet paper after 10 minutes on the trail. he warmed in the midday sun. we moved a couple of fallen trees out of the racing line. there was no predominant trail conditions as there was a terrific mix of forest floor, dirt, mud, rivers, rocks, roots and lots and lots of puddles. there was one section of absolutely beautiful gravel hardpack with perfectly spaced whoops and huge burms and no rocks. that section was worth racing through twice, which I did, twice... (four times, get it). the leaves were beautiful in the slightly subdued shades of a week past peak color (I actually prefer the burnt tones of off peak color).

not halfway back the KX500 was out of gas. the KDX and KTM were donors (total of 9-12oz Bud cans) and we were back on the trail - but not for long... at one bridge crossing I waited for the KX to make sure he was still with us - he wasn't. while spending a few solemn moments reflecting alone at a small waterfall in the river in the middle of God's Country, I heard the desparate call. I backtracked and found him pushing. with no beer cans we contorted the bikes and with the help of a breather tube and a large rock we managed to get fuel into the dry machine (don't ask what the rock was for). we were almost back when he ran out for the third time. the KDX had backtracked for us by then (with beer cans) and we transferred another 5 cans in. we were eating lunch by 2:30pm. the morning loop was 40 great miles.

we all dried in the sun for an hour, the quad rider was done for the day but finally warm, topped off and headed back out this time for The Shelter. these trails were very different from the morning trails as we dove straight into the thick forest. they were soft grassy trails with many log bridges and were a lot of fun with "stump hopping" and "drainage colvert jumps" throughout. there was one section that resembled Degoba (home planet of Yoda were Luke crashed his X-wing fighter). actually, several of the bikes looked like Luke's fighter in this area. there was one spectacular endo and many less visually impressive "help me I'm sinking" wipe outs. (I think "endo-man" as he was later refered to as eventually got his front wheel back from the Earth with the help of many others.) this section made the Malaysian flood planes look "moist". when we headed out of this we climbed significantly on a great switchback trail out of the mire to elevation with a decent view of the Presidentials to the south. we did some exploring and ended up on a familiar logging road. we doubled back to the "perfect gravelly section" and back to the trucks. #2 would have loved the last hard push back to home base by me and one of the CR500's because it was very reminicent of "The Drive" (on sleds) back to the truck the day #2, #5 and #6 dropped in the Notch. this was a 10 mile non-stop, fast-as-possible, oh-shit-I'm-off-the-trail-ok-I-haven't-hit-anything-yet-so-I'll-open-my-eyes-ok-I'm-alive-now-I-can-try-getting-back-on-the-trail-again-wow-I-can't-believe-I'm-not-dead-I-better-slow-down-no-fuck-that, last rip of the day push.

back to the truck at 5:35pm. trailered up and on the road home at 6:10pm. tired but not wiped out. I made home at 10:15pm. because I had heard so much about Berlin I'm glad I was able to make it this year, but it is not recommeded as a day trip. there are plenty of good trails in southern NH for that.

OK HERE IS THE IMPORTANT MESSAGE: THERE WAS PLOWED SNOW ON THE ROAD AS WE PASSED THROUGH THE NOTCH AND ACCUMULATED SNOW (HALF INCH) NORTH OF IT. THE GROUND WAS SLIGHTLY FROZEN IN THE EARLY AM AND MY TIRE ACTUALLY BROKE ICE THROUGH A COUPLE OF SHALLOW PUDDLES. IT WILL NOT BE LONG NOW.

overall I rate the trip a 9, only missing a perfect score because of the 8 hours of trailering. another plus was not being killed being mistaken for a really loud pink/purple deer. pictures will follow. note to #2: I may be free on 10/30 for a local ride, we'll see when it is closer. later.

-#5