Was invited to ride with a group of guys on some private single track. Little did I know 7 out of the 12 guys regularly race in the local hare scramble circuit... oh well let’s see how I stack up... the trails are mostly tight tight single track, lots of mud, clay soil with trails that Mother Nature is trying to reclaim. The hardest part for me was not knowing what’s up ahead... I was the only one who had not been there before. The 1st loop I held up pretty well.. but after 2 hours I needed a break. We headed back to get some water & food. One asks me if you don’t mind me asking how old are you... I’m 55.. holy crap 55 and still rocking a 380... yea all but one was younger than the number of years I’ve been riding a dirt bike... 😩 oh well let’s hit it again... after 60 min I knew I was done. I started making stupid mistakes. It took another 30 min to get back to the truck...I was dying... they wanted me to go out for another loop... I knew better. That’s when you’re tired and get up close and personal with a tree, or some other immovable object... no I’ll skip this loop
All smokers except two. One owns a shop and wanted to try the KTM 250WXC F that was just traded in, instead of his KTM 200. The other is s die hard stroker. Oh well... we even had a vintage 88 husky running race fuel... ahhh the smell of race fuel.
The carnige... During the ride I started to get s cramp in my hip... would not go away. I knew I was dehydrated so I kept drinking water. Now this is the most non-stop riding I’ve done in a long, long time. After I got home my 3 year old grand daughter wanted me to play blocks with her. Of course I’m going to... hip hurts like hell but down onto the floor I go.. soon one side my groin starts to have a muscle spasm... oh shit now the other side too... I’m in agony. I ask my grand daughter to get my wife who’s outside. I can’t I’m too little to open the door... so I crawl, hang onto the furniture open the door and beg for help... she brings me s large glass of dry red wine. Drink this. I chug it and in a few seconds the spasms stop...
Yes she reminded me I’m not 18 and I need to get into shape before riding like that. Yes dear... thank you dear... so here I sit on Monday, hip still hurts, right wrist hurts (I think when I fell my wrist landed on a log or tree limb)... but I am a happy guy... give me a few days to recover and I’ll be ready to go again.