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Happy as a pig in mud |
Whilst writing this, I am
nursing my left thigh, by having a bag of peas dangling from my belt of my
trousers onto my leg. I have a very sore leg, but today’s riding was worth it.
The peas are doing a good job cooling down a huge bruise, which many motocross racers
would be impressed with. I am almost proud of it! Nobody learned to walk
without falling over and hurting themselves, I certainly will not learn what I
can do on the bike, off road, if I don’t push myself, which will result in some
falls. I can then think about what I did wrong and learn and hopefully keep the
bike upright when I am in a tricky situation next time. I’d been observing the
riders yesterday, manoeuvring the bikes through some tricky situations on the
track, and I knew that I would like to copy that.
Jonathan, a friend of mine,
came round on his bike, and we set off to a farm with a track, not far from
where I live. I have never been there before, but Jonathan had been in the
past, messing around with friends on dirt bikes.
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Changing into Jonathan's jacket using his inappropriate bike as clothes horse |
We had to stop for some fuel on
route. I rode up and pushed the side stand out and let the bike rest on it, whilst
Jonathan filled up his tank and paid. In the mean time, I was thinking how I
could ride off in a minute. I realised I was stuck on the bike, not sure how to
right the bike again. The bike is very tall, and now the ground was very far
away. I could swing my legs and my feet would not reach the ground. Up to now,
I had been finding it difficult to get on and off the bike, and now I had it on
the side stand, astride it, and I didn’t know what to do. When Jonathan came back,
I told him of my silly predicament. He helped me get off, and then we took the
bikes over to the corner of the petrol station and I spend some time swinging
my leg over. I felt a bit funny doing it, but this problem had to be solved
once and for all. I now know how to do it. I have to push the handle bars full
lock towards me, keep the front brake on, drop the bike towards me and swing my
leg in the air, and over the bike, and I am on. Simple. Once you know how to do
it. Getting off I just had to move my butt of the seat and stand on the ground
and get my other leg back to join the other. Pew. I hope I can do it each time.
The Ducati Monster 696 is definitely easier to mount.
We rode on to the farm. The
riding was less stressful now then previous rides as I now have one mirror to
keep and eye on the traffic behind me. Jonathan had brought over two, but the thread
of the right hand mirror was damaged so it could not be screwed on. I think
having one left one mirror is luxury. Poor Jonathan shook his head when fitting
it. A dirt bike with mirrors!! Shocking, just not done. I must say it does look
a bit strange, but I feel happier knowing if somebody want to drive into me I
will know before impact which idiot it is. Not that it matters by that stage, I
suppose. I have no indicators so this mirror is going to be treasured like not
mirror has.
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Who's that coming over the hill? Is it a Monster? No a Yamaha |
Jonathan spoke to the owner
of the farm and we then moved to a large area of what looks like wasteland.
Round the sides of the open space there were manmade hills of various heights
and steepness. Jonathan rode around on his bike looking for the track he and
his mates used. I, in the meantime, tried to follow him, and got stuck on the
first hill and had to step off and let the bike roll back down. Not a good
start. I then kept to the middle, flatter part and started to get the hang of
it. When I felt happier riding on muddy ground, I eyed up some of the hills and
decided to go for it. I didn’t have a clue what I would find behind the hills,
but it didn’t occur to check it out first. I thought I deal with what I find.
Well, I found deep rutted puddles and then straightaway the next hill. No time
to change your mind, but you just have to get up the next hill and see what
happens then. It all went well. Jonathan came to me and he hopped on the front
and was going to show me the track. Now two up on a dirt bike is a laugh, you
get bounced around and not easy to stay on. At one stage, we cornered and found
a huge puddle and no way round it. We took an impromptu short cut over very
bumpy ground.
Back in the middle I took the bike and I had a go down the track.
There was a particular muddy narrow path with the verges knee high and thick
oozing mud. I edged through it and came back to the middle and then decided as
I could do it, to do it again, but this time not so slowly but try it at a
higher speed. I had almost slipped and slithered through this very difficult
part again of the track when the bike or the path, (but definitely not me)
changed the position of the bike. I had no time to stick my leg out and the
bike and I ended up on its side. I now have a bruise with a capital letter on
my left thigh. The mud had reached every part of the bike and grass was hanging
on the handlebars. I picked up the bike and then got on and finish this path. I
wasn’t ready to stop trying. I rode along to the next lot of deep puddles.
Again I went down, but this time my leg was pinned under the bike and I
couldn’t lift it up. Jonathan pulled at the bike and I used my free leg to push
the bike upright. It was funny to be in such a stupid place: Narrow path filled
with soft oozing clay up to your ankles. Quite a laugh. We could hardly stand
up.
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I can do it! |
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Pure fun |
The next hour or so Jonathan
gave instruction and I practiced. It was such fun. It felt brilliant to try
something what I was just told I could try and then it worked. I fell of one
more time when I tried to climb a hill and the bike went a different way I
wanted to go and I ended up almost head first into a mount of clay. The bike
handlebars ended up feeling bent. Jonathan rode the bike and sorted it out with
a good kick. Who needs tools.
When we left the bike looked
like it had been used for what it had been designed for. Mud was flying of the
bike in all directions as we hit the main road. My mirror was useless as it
been well covered in mud and pointing the wrong way.
A good day. Next time I must put the right clothes on. I have lovely Alpinenstars enduro jacket and pants and proper boots too. Why I forgot to put them on is a mystery. Thank you Jonathan for lending me your jacket and helmet.
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