Pimpin' Ride Tip #74: My Ride Needs New Chrome Wooden Wheels

The start of pimpin' yo' ride.

Chillin' like a villin'.

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I did my usual Sunday afternoon ride in the Pachaug forest on the WR-250FY.

I left about an hour earlier than usual, so I hit the trail at about 5:50pm, and got back to the truck at about 7:10pm.

I think I'll stick to my usual time schedule, next time.

There's something about how riding a great motorcycle and doing it reasonably well at dusk has always been a big turn-on for me.

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At least the ride was a good one, even though I felt a bit less energetic than the last couple of times out.

Still, I rode well enough to be satisfied, and working that WR-250FY over the rough stuff and sliding onto corners and wheelieing into whoops was a blast.

Yes, there are whoops out there on the trails.

They form after enough traffic has passed over the same ground often enough, probably from accelerating rear tires gnawing at the ground.

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Egad!

Some enviro-freak would probably shit his pants reading those words about a tire gnawing at the ground.

Well, you know what?

Fuggin' get over it, you big, fat hypocrite!

I suppose you're such a goody-two-shoes, never driving some gas-burning car on a road made with lots o' heavy equipment like bulldozers which required mowing down all those trees and brush, or buying products made in some smoke-belching factory (or a Chinese sweat shop employing grammar-school-aged kids), or using electricity which is generated from a fuel-burning power plant.

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Right?

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-John