Unca Walt
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O Gawd. I just reminded myself of a very, very funny trail riding story:
I was in Georgia in Douglasville area. I was visiting from Virginia, having trailed my Suzy 250 with 53-tooth sprocket and yada with chains, 5" knobby, compression release, tooth bar...
So my best bud and some of his locals took Himself trail riding. Well, since they knew the trail and I did not, I had a hard time keeping up; you just cannot shower down without knowing about that big tree in the middle of the trail just up ahead... and other things.
Sooo... they got ahead. There was a pond, and the trail went around it like a question mark. It was on a pretty clear dirt path, so I was screaming along in catch-up mode.
They were all on the far side of the pond, listening to me roaring down the road. They knew my front tire at least would go in the water.
I saw them at the same time I saw the 90-degree turn needed to go around the pond. They were all grinning about me locking up and trying to avoid the water.
I made an instant decision which made them all love me:
Instead of locking up and dumping the bike, I went absolutely full-throttle and LAUNCHED out, up, and over to 3/4 of the way across the pond (about 100 feet airborne) and landed in six feet of muddy Jaw-juh pond water about 15 feet from the far shore. Damn' near cleared the lake.
Swam to shore to the hoots and hugs and bonhomie of my tricksters. Everybody hadda jump in (think about it!) to pull Suzy out of the pond. We tooken the motor apart there in the woods, and soon continued our ride.
Jerry (my best bud forever) told me the guys never expected me to do that, and they were mightily impressed.
I had to buy no beers that night.
I was in Georgia in Douglasville area. I was visiting from Virginia, having trailed my Suzy 250 with 53-tooth sprocket and yada with chains, 5" knobby, compression release, tooth bar...
So my best bud and some of his locals took Himself trail riding. Well, since they knew the trail and I did not, I had a hard time keeping up; you just cannot shower down without knowing about that big tree in the middle of the trail just up ahead... and other things.
Sooo... they got ahead. There was a pond, and the trail went around it like a question mark. It was on a pretty clear dirt path, so I was screaming along in catch-up mode.
They were all on the far side of the pond, listening to me roaring down the road. They knew my front tire at least would go in the water.
I saw them at the same time I saw the 90-degree turn needed to go around the pond. They were all grinning about me locking up and trying to avoid the water.
I made an instant decision which made them all love me:
Instead of locking up and dumping the bike, I went absolutely full-throttle and LAUNCHED out, up, and over to 3/4 of the way across the pond (about 100 feet airborne) and landed in six feet of muddy Jaw-juh pond water about 15 feet from the far shore. Damn' near cleared the lake.
Swam to shore to the hoots and hugs and bonhomie of my tricksters. Everybody hadda jump in (think about it!) to pull Suzy out of the pond. We tooken the motor apart there in the woods, and soon continued our ride.
Jerry (my best bud forever) told me the guys never expected me to do that, and they were mightily impressed.
I had to buy no beers that night.
