You know how life keeps getting in the way of our riding time... Weel I made it out for a few hours. Saturday and Sunday. Unfortunately this was my 1st outing of the year.
Saturday I cruised my local trails to see what damage has been done by the long cold nasty winter... A lot... I spend most of the day clearing trails. Tired and sore I was looking forward to Sunday when I could wick it up.
Sunday started out great. The bike was running great, I was busting down the trails I cleared Saturday. All was right in my world. I collected my buddy on the newly rebuild 99 YZ 125 and we headed out to the hill climbs. Whiie crossing a small stream, I heard POW.. Oh no this can't be good.. I popped the rear tube Now we're 5 miles in the woods and we have no tools...Since the bead is holding I go play on a few of the hills just to show my buddy what a big bore does to the hill climbs, (it eats em up)
We ride for a little while when I think I'd better not push my luck and head back. Two miles to go and I lose the bead, oh joy. So I slowly crawl back to civilization and get my bike back to my buddies, just so I can trailer her home
Even after all the BS it's still a good weekend