Ride Reports

Yesterday I was at Ponta de Pedra, about 100km (~60 miles). It was the first enduro of the season. Ponta de Pedra is a very beautiful beach, with a calm sea, perfect for swimming andkids. The place is very calm and small.

The efforts to go to the enduro began friday night. My car, a 91 vw gol, had a not-working cassete player in it when I bought the car. Some time ago, I sent the stereo to fix it and a hard to find transistor made me car sound-less for a long time. Friday evening, he gave my stereo back and I finished installing it by 1am. I burned the water temp gauge in the process... Oh well, at least I could drive to Ponta de Pedra listening to Iron Maiden.

Here are some pictures from the Colorado hare scramble, courtesy of Jeff Williamson from alt.binaries.pictures.motorcycles.

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The boy and I decided earlier in the week to go out to Boondoxxx again this weekend. It's not the greatest place, but it's very close by and we figured to get him some more saddle time on the relatively open terrain. (Btw, Jim would be proud of him... the other day he says, out of the clear blue, "I'm gonna be a woods rider!"

Anyway, we loaded up and got out there at about 1pm. My 14-year-old daughter, Tiffany, wanted to come along and bring her friend, Julie. I said sure.

It was quite hot today here in the DFW area. I dunno if it got up to 90, but it sure felt like it! And the heat was very draining. Worse, we had only brought a small cooler filled with Cokes and, though they were fine for cooler weather, they did nothing to rehydrate us in today's heat. It'll be Gatorade and bottled water next time!

I'm gonna preface this ride report by explaining a couple of things first for those who may be unfamiliar with my story.

1) Today was my first real riding time in about 12 years or so.
2) It was only my second ride on the '85 RM-250, the first being a very brief session in a cow pasture a month or so ago.

Well, it was a rough weekend in Arizona for our local heroes.

Eric and I arrived at sign-ups for the Desert Mountain National Enduro right when they opened at 10am Saturday morning. We parked by Bruce and Clint Brown's compound, but they were nowhere in sight. The first thing Eric does when he exits the van is walk straight up to a cholla cactus and touch it with his finger tip. Of course, he backs off looking like a pin cushion. I don't know what he was expecting, but he sure looked like a new-comer to the desert with the spines poking out of his finger. What a dork

Not really a ride, but they had a "Cage of Death" at the Big Day Out concert. Here are some pictures of it.

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Now how nuts is that!

Amtra SA did a big trip to the Victorian high country this year, and everyone who went had an absolute blast. The following pictures are some choice ones from the trip. All were taken by riders on the trip, and a big thankyou for John for doing a lot of work in producing a CD of them all. Click on a picture to see it fullsize.

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Mum and I get to the track at 0700 and I swear it

6:30am on a particularly cold Sunday morning is reason enough for anyone to stay put in bed, but the thought of a newly mapped ride, previously unexplored by Amtra soons saw me spring out of bed and into action. Probably more correctly said, crawl out of bed and into the shower.