child supervion required-cough
Posted: Sun Apr 13, 2008 11:41 pm
Yes, there is a God.
Nice day, bright sun, 45F. Gumbo-based gravel roads are 86.3%
dry...release the hounds. Out of combat storage--ready to ride, just
take time to 'unpack' the storage--comes the KLR650 and two of the lil'
bikes--the XR100R's for the little people. We got a couple of hours
between Sunday events...yes, release the hounds.
Most of the time, the conditions allowed us to putz along at 30-35 mph-
indicated along the gravel roads. Plenty of Blake's edge traps where
the trucks have pushed up 3-4" vertical walls of gravel/gumbo. Need to
pay attention to that!
We passed by all the unimproved prairie section lines (66ft of public
right away--nearly every mile or so), as many of them were still snow
blown and those that didn't, had standing water in them. Not at my
riding ability--or should I say, at my picking up ability.
Many ditches are blown in with snow, and I start thinking, hmmm. Looks
like a playground. Others post pictures of their bikes in snow...why
not me. I distinctly remember many photos seem to have the
KLR 'parked' with snow all around it. I reflect, and wonder, why they
all look like that?
Driving along, I see many a ditch, full of snow. Some has standing
water. I am to smart for those! It may be a ditch, but standing water
looks like an opportunity to take a bath! Again, I pass many an
opportunity, but, this next one, looks promising. I slide down the
edge of the ditch, to where the snow [appears] is about 4 inches deep
and immediately discover that I don't have nearly enough forward
speed. Get on the throttle! BLIP-BLIP-BLIP. ARgh.... The bike slows
as the 4 inches goes to 12 inches of snow or more...then all stops.
Hmmm. The little guys are following--but smart enough not to follow
down in the ditch--watching from the road, but not amused.
I am now nearly high centered in the snowdrift. I rock it back and
forth, and get it moving forward again, only to change the angle of
attack of the rear wheel...which moves the front end closer to the moon-
-it all looks like I am beginning to look like I am popping a wheelie.
After several solo attempts to free the pig, by now, I am wheezing,
sucking wind and wondering where the help is. They are all at the side
of the road, taking it all in, taking a whiz. Nice. You can read it
in the paper.
"Dad dies while wrestling a Green Pig while kids WhiZZ!"
Come here my little chuckleheads.
Sure dad, what can we do?
Rock, pull, drag, 5x and finally I/we am nearly free.
"DaD, the bike is on fire!"
No. Just steam from the head pipe plowing snow.
They ask, "What do you want us to do now?"
smile.
PUSH when I get it moving forward!
Fast forward, cough, maybe spit....
Did you know, that a KLR would royally roost little people pushing form
behind? I bet you did not know that. (Equally true for big people as
well)
That's what they tell me. Course, it could that they just told their
mother such tall tales when we got back to the house--just to make me
feel bad.
Then, how did they get their riding gear all speckled? Some things are
best to remain a mystery.
When they thought I was not listening,
"Mom--Don't let dad go out by himself."
Great. Now I have to have 'child-supervision."
smile. They have played right into my trap.
shrug.
I think I adequately answered the question, "Elephant Ride?"
No, don't think so....
revmaaatin.
PS--I think busting snowdrifts must be a young man's game. I tried, it
and once is enough...until tomorrow.
.,,,,,have a great day...Greg
revmaaatin wrote: Yes, there is a God.
Nice day, bright sun, 45F. Gumbo-based gravel roads are 86.3%
dry...release the hounds. Out of combat storage--ready to ride, just
take time to 'unpack' the storage--comes the KLR650 and two of the lil'
bikes--the XR100R's for the little people. We got a couple of hours
between Sunday events...yes, release the hounds.
Most of the time, the conditions allowed us to putz along at 30-35 mph-
indicated along the gravel roads. Plenty of Blake's edge traps where
the trucks have pushed up 3-4" vertical walls of gravel/gumbo. Need to
pay attention to that!
We passed by all the unimproved prairie section lines (66ft of public
right away--nearly every mile or so), as many of them were still snow
blown and those that didn't, had standing water in them. Not at my
riding ability--or should I say, at my picking up ability.
Many ditches are blown in with snow, and I start thinking, hmmm. Looks
like a playground. Others post pictures of their bikes in snow...why
not me. I distinctly remember many photos seem to have the
KLR 'parked' with snow all around it. I reflect, and wonder, why they
all look like that?
Driving along, I see many a ditch, full of snow. Some has standing
water. I am to smart for those! It may be a ditch, but standing water
looks like an opportunity to take a bath! Again, I pass many an
opportunity, but, this next one, looks promising. I slide down the
edge of the ditch, to where the snow [appears] is about 4 inches deep
and immediately discover that I don't have nearly enough forward
speed. Get on the throttle! BLIP-BLIP-BLIP. ARgh.... The bike slows
as the 4 inches goes to 12 inches of snow or more...then all stops.
Hmmm. The little guys are following--but smart enough not to follow
down in the ditch--watching from the road, but not amused.
I am now nearly high centered in the snowdrift. I rock it back and
forth, and get it moving forward again, only to change the angle of
attack of the rear wheel...which moves the front end closer to the moon-
-it all looks like I am beginning to look like I am popping a wheelie.
After several solo attempts to free the pig, by now, I am wheezing,
sucking wind and wondering where the help is. They are all at the side
of the road, taking it all in, taking a whiz. Nice. You can read it
in the paper.
"Dad dies while wrestling a Green Pig while kids WhiZZ!"
Come here my little chuckleheads.
Sure dad, what can we do?
Rock, pull, drag, 5x and finally I/we am nearly free.
"DaD, the bike is on fire!"
No. Just steam from the head pipe plowing snow.
They ask, "What do you want us to do now?"
smile.
PUSH when I get it moving forward!
Fast forward, cough, maybe spit....
Did you know, that a KLR would royally roost little people pushing form
behind? I bet you did not know that. (Equally true for big people as
well)
That's what they tell me. Course, it could that they just told their
mother such tall tales when we got back to the house--just to make me
feel bad.
Then, how did they get their riding gear all speckled? Some things are
best to remain a mystery.
When they thought I was not listening,
"Mom--Don't let dad go out by himself."
Great. Now I have to have 'child-supervision."
smile. They have played right into my trap.
shrug.
I think I adequately answered the question, "Elephant Ride?"
No, don't think so....
revmaaatin.
PS--I think busting snowdrifts must be a young man's game. I tried, it
and once is enough...until tomorrow.
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