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Old 03-15-2009, 11:16 PM   #15
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Joined: Jul 2008
Location: Transplanted in North Padre Island, Tejas
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Long way down, and down again, and again, and.....

First off, thanks Joel for putting together a great event!

Here's what I got for a ride report, sorry there's not too many action photos but it's hard to take photos when your busy trying not to fall over.

I got a late start on Friday due to the normal "family" repsonsibilities, but even with the day running late couldn't pass up HWY 155 over Green Horn.
Still snow on the road with a good deal of sand, but on either side it was a sport bikes dream (by the way, the GSA with a case of beer and 50 pounds of other random crap was no sport bike).

After a stop at the bar/restraunt in Olancha (when did they get a cute waitress?) I make it to Father Crowley's overlook just in time to catch the last of the sun on the Panamints.

At the campsite I begin to meet the faces behind the screen names as a fire starts up and discussion of past and future rides begins. Next day it's TToad leading the "lucky seven" on the noob ride around North Death.

South Pass is in great shape and we make it to the turn off with no snags, other than my gas can getting dragged along as I didn't strap it down properly.

Only action shots I have....

Jeff and Jason.... (thanks for the beer and cups!!!)

Joel in perfect form prior to the Ebola Virus attack

TToad sweeping up

Ahhhhh, so peaceful. Now, Where's the beer?

After a quick stop and a chat with River Rat (who was kind enough to bring 10 gallons of gas in for us in his truck!), around 3 cells start off for steel pass with the fast group of SE's in the lead.

The gravel mixed in with rocks was not pleasant on the big GS. What started out as a fun challenge past the springs ended up being like riding a mechanical bull after a night of drinking

Although sloppy, I made it around 10 miles up without a spill, then heading into a right turn with way too much confidence and the pig started to give out. After 2 attempts to save it in around 3/4s of a second I decided it was time to get out and jumped off as the bike went down at around 30. BIG THANKS to Roger for loaning the riding boots as I landed in the gravel and did a roll or two. No damage to either me or the tough Fraulein.

After another 5 miles or so I hit this crap.

After slogging through this far, I made a few more attempts...

but the 1/4 ton beast would not track. (no kick stand needed)

I kicked over the bike, turned it 90 degrees brought it up on some untouched gravel and tried again.

After around 30 minutes of considering my options, Galactic GS appears with a front rim that looks like it was made at a Taco stand. We leave a "nice" note for TToad , just in case he comes back and decide to ride back to the springs with Galactic GS's bike and leave it at River Rats truck.

Moment of defeat.

As we start to leave, SF Joe, Dave and Jim all show up over the horizon. They had crossed paths with TToad and he asked them to see how things were going as TToad headed on.

After an hour of beating on Galactic GS's rim like cavemen with whatever boulders we could find in an attempt to make it look less like a taco, Joe and crew put in a tube.

We gear up and head to the springs knowing we've had our "incident" for the day and "What could go wrong?" from here.

About 5 minutes into the ride, Joe's rim gets bent to hell.

Another hour of field maintenance and we're ready to move again. Back down to the Springs and nothing much happens, except Galactic GS's skid plate gets torn off and I get to pick up a nice souvenir (available for purchase in the flea market section).

Now we're at the Springs, so we're set to make it back by 6'ish. Hey, anyone seen Dave?

Jim and Joe head up the trail to search for Dave while G'GS and I check out the sights and sounds of the Warm Springs.

Joe asked us to hang out until 7, if they don't show, go back and send River Rat.

It's 7,

Here's last light from Warm Springs.

Here's the rest of the ride.

Moon didn't rise till midnight, but the PIAA's on the GSA made for good light.

River Rat's in, we make it back to camp by 9. A non noobian on a GS that rode in while we were leaving wipes out and breaks some ribs. He get's a helo ride out at 3 AM.

As for Dave, I don't want to steal SF Joe's thunder so...

Next day, Speed Racers are heading to Goler and just about everyone else is packing out. I load up and head for Cerro Gordo.

(Below)The lovely town of Keeler, apparently some local recident who takes pride in reporting low flying aircraft anywhere near Keeler has gotten two pilots in trouble. Story goes he painted these F-18s on the sign to keep score. I stopped by and wrote down the GPS coordinates of his house

Ahhh, the open road.

Thanks all for a great time, see you Fkn Fk's on the next one

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