333 is Half of 666

The WR-250FY Firebreather just after being washed following today's Pachaug rock pile ride.
It was a good one, I'm glad to say.
Or, more accurately, write. ;)

I've read that the real meaning behind 666 is not that it means the Antichrist, but really is an esoteric (meant to be hidden from all the dumb people down below the supremely evolved bigshots with the truly mature minds) meaning for the ultimate in human achievement:
The New Man.
Or, when man has become perfected enough - through the use of superior intellect - to become god.
Notice I used a lower case g. ;)
Naturally, only those who have superior brains and the correct genetic makeup are capable of such things.

Today's ride in the ol' Pachaug rock n' roll pile was a pretty good one. I rate it a 7.5 out of 10.
That's not too shabby.
It could have been better, but there was a lot of standing water in the usual spots where water collects after a good rain, and that's what we got on Thursday and Friday.
Still, even though there were some slippery spots, I felt good and I rode in a decent manner and I enjoyed myself out there.
I'm looking forward to going out there again next weekend, already, and that's a good sign. :)

I also saw a couple of skinny trees that had been intentionally bulldogged down across the trail, probably by some skinny punk environmental fuckface retard bozo freak loser jerk.
These homos, assuming that they are truly irritated that guys like myself ride their dirt bikes on the LEGAL DIRT BIKE TRAIL, YOU GODDAMN IDIOTS, seriously need to get a life.
No, wait.
They need to get punched in the face, and then get a life.

I saw plenty of tire tracks out there, today, and also saw fellow riders at their trucks parked in the parking lot at the start of the rockpile loop, but I didn't actually see anybody while out on the loop, let alone ride with anybody else.
My ol' buddy Tim the Squirrel Defender called me just after I got the bike washed and told me that he was out there on his mammoth Honda XR-650R, as well, although he said he started his ride just after I finished mine.

Well, I guess it's time for beauty sleep.

-John

332 Fuzzy Little Critters Running Across the Road

You best be watchin' where you be steppin', little forest critters, lest somebody in an automobile squash the daylights out of you.

I have an ol' buddy named Tim who I used to work with, and more recently, have ridden dirt bikes with.
Tim fancies himself an outdoorsman, much more so than most people.
He feels he has a better understanding of how all things outdoorsy work, and has a better appreciation for it.
I believe that also includes me, even though I have literally lived in the woods all my life.
When we go riding together, he sometimes shows more interest in a bird that swoops down into view than riding the bike.
In fact, I believe that his riding a dirt bike is at least partially due to it being an easier way to cover miles and get out into the woods to observe, study, and admire nature.
It makes him feel good.

The reason I wrote that about my buddy Tim is because, one fateful day in February of 2010, we were driving down the road in my clammy ol' Ranger and a squirrel ran out in front of me.
I ran the squirrel over.
Tim reacted as if it were his own personal pet squirrel.
Basically, he became so upset over it, it drove a wedge between us and damaged our relationship.
Yes, folks, my running over a squirrel did that, and since that time, I rode with him a couple more times before deciding it was no longer feeling like a good time and worth the trip out to his neck of the woods.
Basically, Tim still feels that I need to be punished for running over the squirrel, and his way of doing that is acting like a jerk to me.

However, we still keep in touch via phone when he'll call about once a month on average.
I'd like to get together and do something we both enjoy - riding our dirt bikes - but not until I feel convinced it would be worth it.
Well, just last night, Tim called to tell me he's been scanning the classifieds for a Honda CR-F450X.
That's a Honda dirt bike that is, basically, the Honda 450cc version of my Yamaha WR-250FY.
That is, a dirt bike made for off-road use that is based on their motocross bike called the CR-F450R.
So, it's a CR-F450R with lights, odometer, 18-inch rear wheel, electric starting, softer suspension settings, and choked-up air intake and exhaust mufflers.
Once you get rid of the choked-up parts, you have an off-road version of their 450cc motocross bike.

I think this is great news because his current dirt bike, a 2007 Honda XR-650R - is simply a big, heavy tank for riding in the Pachaug rock pile.
In fact, most riders would agree that it's a pretty poor choice for that area since it's way more weight, mass, and size than makes sense out there, and the fact that it's a 650cc engine won't make-up for the weight and size penalty.
No, that big bike is meant for more wide-open spaces, and when he told me that he's thinking about a CR-F450X, I said that it was a great idea.
A CR-F450X would be a much better choice for the trails that we'd ride on, and would be much more enjoyable to ride.

If he ends up getting one of these bikes, I just may have to go riding with him again.
Hopefully, there aren't any kamikaze squirrels out on that day. ;)

Off to jerk,
-John

331-derful Rides

Yes, folks, riding a motorcycle off-road - even a late model motorcycle equipped with the latest techno-tricks - requires routine maintenance.
You may be surprised to discover how many guys that are supposedly "really into it" dread doing something as easy (and important) as an engine oil change.
Servicing the air filter?
Now, that's really pushing it. ;)

I rode out on the ol' Pachaug rock pile enduro loop again this past weekend, though I rode only on Sunday.
The reason for that was because I woke up on Saturday morning very early for some reason (out of bed at 3:30 am), and by the time riding time came, I felt too tired and lazy and, quite frankly, lacking in concentration to feel good about going.
So, I decided to spend part of the day taking a nice little nap to catch-up on the sleep I missed, and that helped a noticable amount.

Come Sunday, I loaded the ol' WR-250FY Firebreather into the ol' clammy Ford Ranger and met an ol' buddy named Tom out at the rock pile.
I've known Tom for about 20 years, and it was a change to be able to ride with somebody I've actually known for some time versus riding with somebody I'd either just met or only knew for a short time.
The ride was good, and nobody drew blood or hit the ground (that I know of), and Tom and I got a generous helping of all of the lovely rocks adorning the Pachaug loop.
The ride was the average 54 miles, and after we chatted at the loop's end for a while, we went our separate ways.

However, once I was on my own, I felt more energetic than usual, and decided to do another loop.
At first, I though I'd do a shortened version since I want to be back home before dark so I can wash the bike in some daylight, and it was already 3:00 pm, and the sun sets at about 6:50 pm.
A loop, the way I ride it, takes anywhere from 2.5 to 2.75 hours to do, and loading the bike up and getting home is another 45-or-so minutes.

Well, as it turns out, I did ride a slightly different route the second time around, but, the mileage was actually a few tenths of a mile more, totalling 55 miles.
Yeah, the miles can add up without you realizing it.
The ride was good, and had some good feelings, enjoyed my favorite sections, put up with the rocky ones, and called it a day unscathed.
I got home and was able to get the bike washed and tucked away by dusk.
Not too bad.
A good day, and seeing how I skipped eating any kind of lunch at mid-day, I ate a big supper to make up for it. :)

I should try to estimate how many miles and hours running time I have on the WR-250FY, just for curiosity's sake.
I know I'm racking-up the time and miles on the bike, considering each loop is around 55 miles and 2.5 hours.

-John

330, and Time to Get Dirty

The 2012 Yamaha WR-450FB.
I assume, anyway, that they will use the letter B to designate a 2012 model.
It features, what I feel, are some good, smart changes.

What I mean by the title is that if you are a lucky rider to be on the bike in the pic, I imagine you will like getting dirty very much, and have fun doing it.
Yamaha Motor Corp., USA announced the rest of their 2012 models yesterday, and one model that was changed was the WR-450F.
Changes made to the bike make sense to me.
Guys on the Internet forums are pissing and moaning that it didn't get the same engine and chassis design as the current YZ-450F, but, not only do I think the WR-450F did not get that because it wasn't any better for off-road use, but I also think most of these guys are posers that want to believe their WR-450F really needs that, or would have liked to feel like part of the YZ crowd.

The front fork got the (supposedly) same internals as the latest fork used on Yamaha's YZ motocross bikes.
Traditionally, the Japanese manufacturers debut the top-of-the-line techno tricks on their motocross bikes, and off-road models may or may not get the same stuff.
When the off-road bikes like the WR-450F gets it, it's often considered to be a big deal because it doesn't always happen.

The rear shock and swingarm are new, and the carburetor has been replaced with electronic fuel injection.
This alone (the fuel injection) will be enough to make some riders jump up and down for joy.
Why?
Good question, because I never got the feeling that any of my bikes needed to be fuel injected.
The ones that weren't (like my WR-250FY) always seemed to be just fine, and the ones that were didn't seem to be any better because of it.
I'll take either way, really.
I can only guess that some guys have a phobia about carburetors, or are electronic gadget geeks that are like the geeks on the SV-650 forums that often insist you need to buy the version that comes with electronic ABS, or else, you will have a wreck because the ABS is a life-saver.
I always felt that was a good one.
How about learning how to brake on your own?
You know - by using your own brain and fingers on the brake lever.

To me, the biggest changes on the WR-450FB are the fork, shock, and the new frame, which is based on the current YZ-250F.
Gee, more motocross bike trickle-down.
Personally, I'd much rather have this design than the rearward-facing engine of the current YZ-450F.
The chassis of the WR-450FB is much more traditional in the way the parts are positioned, allowing easy access to the air filter without tools, allowing a larger fuel tank to be fitted without wondering where the extra fuel will be carried, and, probably most of all, this new chassis will work just fine and dandy without adopting the YZ-450F chassis and engine design just for the sake of having it on the WR-450F.
You see, it actually makes sense to me to have the WR-450F keep the traditional-style frame and engine design because that is proven stuff and far from being obsolete, and using the latest suspension along with it should make the bike very good.

Of course, there are naysayers that will bitch because the WR isn't a YZ.

Off to jerk,
-John

329 and Doing Fine

I went out to the ol' Pachaug rock n' roll pile yesterday (Sunday), and it was a decent ride.
Not a great one because I felt less than 100% for some reason, but, I rode in an acceptable manner and I had some fun and got a workout in the process.

I decided to change things up this time, though.
As I found out the day before on Saturday, there was water in spots where there usually is none, so, instead of basically tip-toeing through these sections, I decided to concentrate Sunday's ride at my favorite pine-needled and whooped section.
What I did was basically skip some sections in order to get me out to the spot more quickly, and once there, I rode this section 4 times.
This section is about 2 miles long, so I had a nice 8-mile rip through the woods.

It turned out to be a pretty good idea, and the next time I get the feeling that the conditions along some of the trail sections might be a bit sucky, I'll probably try it again.
Hell, I may even do it again even if the trail conditions are at their best.
I liked it. :)

Did anybody want to puke looking at the hogwash 911 memorial bullshit all over Internet websites?
It would be more correct to see something like, "1o years after 911, the guys that did it are still not sorry, they're tickled pink that thousands of people were killed as a result of their pre-planned hoax, and they still think the population is stupid enough to let them do what they want with them."

That's more like reality.

-John

328 Lies Told to You

Well, well, well.
It's the 10th anniversary of the 911 "attacks".
I already wrote my views on all of this, and I think it's a shame that when you read and hear about what happened 10 years ago, we're still getting the same lies.
I simply do not believe guys from the Middle East pulled this supposed attack off, do not believe the planes brought those buildings down, and most assuredly do believe that it's all a big lie to divert you from knowing who was really behind it and how and why they did it.
It's basically for similar reasons why you've been brainwashed to think that you and I are damaging the Earth's environment:
To make you easier to control by other people that feel you're way too stupid to do that yourself, and therefor they have the right to be way over you in the pecking order of life.

Because, you see, folks, the more powerful a person becomes, the bigger his head gets.
Once the size of his head gets to critical proportions, there's no turning back, and he basically believes he has a divine right to do whatever he wishes to you, and can do anything he feels like in order to give himself a lush lifestyle, not to mention the rush he gets knowing he's got power over other people.
You know - a psycho.
He may be a nice psycho, but a psycho just the same.
He's just either hiding that part from you, or, if he's a real bigshot, you never see him, but you do see his henchmen.

Yesterday, I rode the WR-250FY out on the ol' Pachaug enduro loop, AKA the rockpile.
I'd rate the ride as a 6.5 overall, mainly because of two reasons:
The sun was out brightly, and especially if I'm feeling in a certain mood it seems, the bright light on the ground makes it hard for me to pick-out details.
You know, details like a big rock I'd rather miss (and easily do so as long as I see it).
Also, there was more water on the ground than usual due to heavy rain we got a couple of days before.
Because of these conditions combined, I felt a bit cautious and apprehensive during most of the ride.
So, it wasn't a bad ride, but not a great one, either.
I did enjoy my favorite whooped-out pine-needled sections, as usual, and I survived the not-as-enjoyable sections without any bad incidents, other than backing the pace down a notch at times.

Today, I'm going out there again.

-John

327 is Terrorist Heaven

Looks like the 10 year anniversary of 911 is just around the corner, coming this Sunday.
What's your take on the whole 911 situation, hmmm?

Myself, my main feelings about it is that I don't know whether I should feel sad of feel insulted.
Sad for the obvious reasons, and insulted that the guys who dreamt-up and carried-out the whole thing actually think we (we being the little people who aren't worldly big shots and who weren't in on the joke) are stupid enough to fall for that big slice of bullshit.

The 911 thing is a big lie, of course.
I knew this as soon as I got home from jerk that day and saw the video of the Twin Towers coming down.
Yup, that's right - they came down EXACTLY as is done in a controlled demolition of a building.
I think that if you really believe the planes had anything whatsoever to do with or somehow caused those buildings to come down, to quote a deceased NWO researcher named Bill Cooper, "...then you're one of the stupidest jerks that ever lived."

If you even so much as are not sure whether the planes had anything to do with it, you are a lost cause who does not understand 1st grade physics, Bucky, and you're probably dumb enough to believe that some camel jockeys infiltrated our country and did this on their own by flying two planes into them.

No, it's more like many months of planning and pre-even setup work was carried out behind most peoples' backs, and, of course, the work was commissioned and done by people who aren't some fanatical desert terrorist loser.
Probably people who are quite Caucasian, and they probably look like your average Joe who just happens to be an expert in demolishing large buildings.
The big wigs who ordered it be done are probably elitists who felt it was high time to get the ball rolling with the one-world totalitarian government (AKA: Socialism at it's finest), and, since the 21st century is probably, as far as they are concerned, the Century of Change, what better way to start the party than to kill a whole lot of people with a dramatic event (or three), blame it on some other guy who the USA gave weapons and aid to, and then implement the changes you want, insisting it's for our own good.

Do you have the guts to believe in the possibility that the whole 911 thing was faked on purpose?
Do you have the guts to believe in the possibility that all of the people killed didn't mean shit to the people who benefit from it?
Do you have the guts to believe that it is assumed that you are so dumb and stupid, that you'd swallow all this without questioning it?
Do you have the guts to believe that people in our very own United States government were in on it, and that they're still on the job, today?

Do you really?
Most people I know are pretty spineless on the issue.
When gathered around the company water cooler, they'd rather repeat what they heard on the TV news, rather than show some real guts and say what may really be on their mind about it.
How cowardly, especially when this is done mainly to remain in the good graces of their peers.
In other words:
They are too worried about what others will think about them, to the point of living a lie, all in order to protect their image and remain one cool dude.
Yup.
Just like some kids would do in high school.
These are the real cowards in life, folks, and one of the reasons why those who are responsible for the 911 event got away with such an obvious bullshit story.

-John

326 Little Retards All in a Row

This is called Maxima FFT foam filter oil.
Excellent stuff because it works as a foam filter oil should.


This is called shit.


When I first started working in motorcycle dealership Parts Departments back in the olden days, I was naive about something big.
I (incorrectly) assumed that most guys would have a clue about how their motorcycles worked and be willing to learn how to maintain them starting from when they got their first bike.

Reality sunk in when I realized that the vast majority are exactly the opposite:
Not only could they not care less about learning how their own bikes work (or the bikes that their parents buy for them because they're spoiled pieces of shit), but they never had any intention at all of learning how to maintain them.
That's waaaaaaaaayy too much like asking to do some kind of work.
Yes, folks, the majority of motorcycle riders are that lazy and that stupid, and when things go wrong for them and their motorcycles, well, they deserve it because they're too fuckin' dumb and lazy to deserve good results.

Period.
They don't even earn the right to be known as motorcyclists.
They are simply poser me-too dummies that happen to ride a motorcycle because they think it will make them look cool to their simple-brained "friends".
Even if this guy is a fast rider, it is no guarantee that he's not a retard.
In fact, odds are very good he'll be nothing more than a retard.

What's this got to do with the pics up above?
The pics show two competing brands of a special oil used on motorcycles that feature what's called an oiled foam air filter.
The air filter does just that - filters the air that a dirt bike engine inhales in order to run and make power.
Without the dirt being filtered out of the air first, the engine will wear out very quickly, and little Billy Bob Shithead from down the street will be wondering why-oh-why did his lousy rat of a dirt bike quit running.
Poor Billy Bob Shithead.
He should go play a video game and smoke a joint in order to help take his little pea brain off of it.

The oiled foam air filter is a piece of foam rubber that needs special air filter oil (like the ones in the pictures) applied to it in order to stop the incoming dirt.
This oil goes on thin like water, and after a few minutes, the carrier chemical mixed with the oil evaporates, leaving behind a very sticky oil that stays on the foam.
It's this oil that the dirt sticks to.
Without the oil on the foam filter, the dirt will go right on through and into the engine.

Some dummies, it seems, don't mind that happening to the bikes their parents bought for them to destroy, or the bikes they bought with their drug money.
And, when it comes to foam filter oils, the Maxima FFT shown in the top pic is vastly superior.

Why is it better?
It stays on the filter much better and gets much stickier.
It does a much better job of being a foam filter oil.
No wonder it's been around for about 30 years.
This is my choice in air filter oils, and has been since 1982.
So, it's Maxima FFT all the way.

Unless you're a moron.
Or, a pinhead.

The other shit in the lower pic is called No Toil foam filter oil.
The marketing goobers that sell this junk don't really care about you or your dirt bike engine, you little stupid bastard.
They are simply out to make a buck by latching onto some stupid marketing (AKA: lying) scam by claiming that their junk is environmentally friendly because (according to these crooks) their foam filter oil is not only biodegradable, but can be cleaned with their stupid powered soap cleaner in your mom's washing machine, you silly little braindead kiddies.
So, it's simply a case of this inferior oil being sold by the douchebags that produce and market (AKA: pure bullshit) it to other douchebags that ride (but don't know how to maintain) the bikes they stole, and this oil is being passed off as the latest and greatest thing.

In reality, this No Toil shit is some of the wimpiest stuff in the world.
Pour a dab onto your finger, allow the carrier to evaporate, and then rub your finger across a towel.
The oil comes right off your finger with practically no resistance.
Try the same with Maxima FFT.
Fact is, you won't get the oil off your finger without either a solvent that cuts through petroleum oil, or allow it time to eventually wear off.
I hope you like having a sticky finger, you asshole. :)

Young airheads actually buy this No Toil junk because of the second marketing (lying) claim made by the creeps that make this stuff.
That is:
It's easy to clean a dirty filter with No Toil, while other filter oils make that job a real pain in tha ass that should be avoided as all costs.
They say a filter can be cleaned in either your sink or washing machine, making that rrrreeeeeeeeaaaaaly dreadful task of air filter cleaning and oiling a thing of the past.
Too bad all of the fuckface jerks out there, who can't be troubled to figure out how to take care of their (now quite ratty) bikes, swallow this crap as gospel.
Since these simpletons are all about wanting to do nothing like an honest day's work, they swallow this bullshit hook, line, and sinker.

So, you deserve a blown-up engine, Leroy Onetooth.

There is little doubt the reason the goobers that market (dirty lies) No Toil can get away with peddling junk like that is because most riders are too dumb to be concerned with their air filter, and most bucktoothed simpletons couldn't care less if they remembered to even look at their air filters, never mind service it correctly.
Just as long as the bike starts and runs, no matter how rattly, squeaky, and creaky it is, it's good enough for Lenny Geekenheimer and his friend Fuckface Charley.
And, the No Toil camp knows this and preys on it.
It's dirty money.
Literally.

Next time you're at your local motorcycle dealer's Parts Dept., look to see who is reaching for the No Toil.
Betcha' he's an inbred psychotic kiddie sex offender, or a politician, or both.
Or, just another local yokel who has his silly head stuffed way up his silly ass.
And stupid.

-John

325 Little Twigs Blown Off the Trees

Oh, no!
How are the trees going to survive now?
We need to go out into the woods and put bandages over the wounds where the branches were broken off.

That's probably how half of the brainwashed environmental "activists" think.
As they're driving down the asphalt roadway (a petroleum product) in their made-in-some-factory SUV or BMW or some Korean car.
Assholes should get a grip on reality and how nature really works.

Well, I went for another Pachaug rock pile ride on the Firebreather WR-250FY yesterday (Sunday) after all, and this one was mucho better.
Where Saturday's ride was rated by me as a 5 in a scale of 1 to 10, Sunday's ride was an honest 7.
Not too bad.
The reasons it was a better time was because I knew where any trail blockages were in advance, some other trail users were out there since Saturday clearing parts of the blockages, and, probably the main reason, I didn't have as strong a feeling of having to be as cautious.
I simply felt and rode better, and enjoyed it more.

Some sections, like my favorite pine-needled trails, were downright fun as they usually are, and I felt like I rode them pretty well.
If only the whole 60-or-so miles of the loop were made-up of terrain like that.
I'd be in dirt bike trail riding heaven, and would not miss one single rock. :)

There was one point, though, toward the beginning of the loop where I had to stop what I was doing and use-up some precious bodily energy, something that's a big deal when you're 45 years old like I am.
I came across a pair of dimwits who were (illegally, mind you) "4-wheeling" down the trails in their 2-wheel-drive Jeep Cherokee.
This thing had what looked to be run-of-the-mill street tires on it, too.
Really smart.

Well, as you can imagine, I came upon these two guys - one guy in the vehicle stepping on the gas and steering, and the other guy outside pushing - trying to get the vehicle backed-up out of a spot where they got it stuck.
After seeing that they were getting nowhere fast, I got off my bike and helped push.
Thank God the piece of shit was freed after about a minute of pushing, mainly because I didn't feel like spending my time playing Rescue 911 for these two dorks.
I had dirt bike riding to do, and those jerks had no business at all being out there in that thing.
Not only was it against the state law to be out there on the Pachaug Enduro Loop in a car or truck trying your stupid hand at "4-wheeling", but those two guys weren't smart enough to be out there trying it in the first place.

The down side to that stupid adventure, other than having to halt my progress and look at those two morons (who really shouldn't have been off the pavement in that vehicle), was that I used-up a fair bit of energy, and for the next 10 miles I could feel it.
Thank God I started to feel a bit more energetic after that.

Another downside to those two freaks was that I had to put up with the rocks their piece of shit Jeep pulled out of the ground and scattered about as they made their silly way back to the pavement, particularly as they crept up a rocky uphill.
That means, the lay of the land changed enough to the point that I had to be more cautious than usual over this rocky trail because these dimwits pulled rocks out of the ground with the driving rear wheels of their vehicle, rocks that were previously laying down and not sticking up like they were after they crawled past.
By this point of the loop, I was on my way back to the starting point and riding down the section that I ride over twice on each ride - once at the start and once at the end - and it just so happened to be where the two desert racer goons made their retreat back to the pavement.
How nice.
They were already gone, but their aftermath was there for me to negotiate.
That's just one more reason why I basically dread running into fools like that - they're effecting my recreation by being stupid, ill-prepared, and, of course, illegal.

Today, by the way, is Labor Day, and I'm just going to relax.

-John

324: Don't Like Trees No More

Well, that's not true, but it does rhyme.
The title should rhyme, you know. :p

I went for a Pachaug rock pile ride today on the ol' WR-250FY.
I knew that this would basically be a recon mission of sorts because it was the first time out there since the stupid hurricane came through blowing shit around.
See, I didn't feel good about riding the usual pace in case there were a tree down across the trail around a blind corner or over the crest of a blind hill, so, it was basically a slower pace and a cautious one for much of the way.

There were a few spots where a good-sized tree limb (or even a whole tree) was blocking the way, and on a few occasions I had to find a way around the blockade by scouting through the unbeaten woods like Davey Crockett with his 'coon skin hat and trusty muzzle-loader.
Only with me, I had a great dirt bike as my ammo.
The last big blockage had me ride a fair distance in the woods in order to navigate around the stupid downed tree, blazing my own trail along the way through the picker bushes, ferns, and poison ivy.

Those times were the sucky parts of the ride because they interrupted my usual pace and rhythm that I like.
Al least now, I know where the blockages are and how to get around them next time out there, and I won't feel so much of a need to back the pace down for the whole ride.
That, my friends, should make things a whole lot better.

I'd rate today's ride as only fair, all-in-all, due to the cautious feeling I had and having to learn where the trouble spots were and how to deal with them.
On a scale of 1 to 10, I'd give it a 4.5 or a 5 at most.
Considering that the usual ride out there would rate a 7.5 to 8.5, that's not all that great.
But, I had to get the recon ride over with to learn the lay of the land.

I imagine that in the next few weeks, other trail riders will be out there at some point working to clear the downed trees that can be cleared without resorting to a bulldozer of some kind of nuke.
I stopped a few times today, myself, and moved trees out of the way that I could do by myself.
Hey, I want to contribute to the clearing of the Pachaug rock pile, too, you know. ;)

Since this is Saturday afternoon of the Labor Day weekend, I have Sunday and Monday off from jerk.
That is fuckin' cool.
Will I go out for another ride tomorrow?
Remains to be seen.
I'm honestly a bit bummed about the shit across the trails in certain spots, but, I just have to remember that now I at least know where they are and how to get around them.
I'll see how I feel in the morning.
At least the bike has already been washed and lubed squeaky-clean.

-John

323: Hurricanes Really Blow

On Sunday, August 28th, we had a hurricane come through our neck of the woods, as has been done a few times in my life.
As usual, it really blew.

I went riding on the WR-250FY in the Pachaug rock pile last weekend, although it was a Saturday-only gig.
That's because we got that stupid hurricane on Sunday.
The ride was decent - barely - because it started to rain on-and-off at about the 20 mile mark.
From that point, onward, my main problem was my poor vision due to fogged-up goggles and eyeglasses.
At one point, I had to slow to a crawl of about 5 mph, a far cry from a fun pace out on the ol' rock pile.
At least the last quarter of the loop was fog-free, and I was able to pick the pace back up to not-quite-normal, but good enough considering conditions.
The ground was quite wet, as were all of those lovely rocks and the occasional root.
I, too, was wet, as was my bike.
Well, some people have said I was all wet for some time. ;)

The hurricane on Sunday sucked.
For me, the storm, itself was no problem.
I don't mind a few twiggy branched down in the yard.
It was losing electric power for five fuggin' days that was a pain in the ass.
In fact, the power just came back on today (Friday) at about 11:00am.

Yes, folks, I like having electric lighting, Internet access for my motorcycle racing viewing pleasure, running water that's under pressure via my submersible pump, and a refrigerator to keep my hard-earned food from spoiling.
Food and water are needed to live, lest you forget.

Hmmm.
I wonder how the environmental nuts were feeling once the electric power went down.
I'd assume that they were enjoying the moment just fine and dandy without that unclean and environment-damaging generation of electricity going into their homes (which probably have furnishings made of rain forest wood, too) from all of those nasty power plants.
I'd assume they liked getting a taste of how things were back in the glory days of when the Earth was much cleaner before that evil thing known as mankind got a'hold of it and soiled it (or so says Al Gore, who probably has some rain forest wood furniture in his private jets).
Like around 1692, huh?

Maybe they should shun the electric power coming back on and do without for the rest of their lives, huh?
They could then go on and walk the walk to go along with the silly talk they always have about how we all need to do this and that in order to save the fuckin' planet.
Yeah, that's it.
Those environmental nuts, who think modern ways are not good, can try to live like their silly ancestors of 400 years ago, while me and others who would rather have some electricity and common sense as part of their diet can use it.

Of course, they wouldn't because that's just way too difficult for their pampered, brainwashed, and hypocritical asses to handle.

I'll be riding my WR-250FY in Pachaug tomorrow.
I wonder if there will be any big trees down blocking the trail.

-John