Dirtbiking In Elsinore [Again]
It’s an Anti Monkey Butt Kinda Day!
After the June Gloom cleared on Sunday, we decided to head out to Elsinore for some dirtbiking. Last time I was being a wuss and although I was not exactly McGrath this time either, I was a *little* more aggressive. I owe that to just coming off the racetrack recently. I am just getting used to the hp of my KX and I definitely have to be mindful of gripping the tank and frame with my legs and knees when hitting the throttle or it causes me to snap back, thus more [accidental] throttle. Not good!
I’m honestly trying 
It was a very nice temperature, but the surface was super dry and sandy and we had a TON of dustdevils. I don’t know how the skydivers were able to jump next door because it was gusty, not consistent and dustdevils collapse canopies. Plus when they come across the grass, you can’t really see them, you can only feel them once you are over them and then it can be too late. But this post isn’t about skydiving, it’s about dirtbike riding…
One heckuva dustdevil
The park was pretty busy, well for a park that is no longer open. The track is getting a little bumpy without the maintenance. Not one person wore full, proper gear except for us. Not one. Some of these kids were wearing tennis shoes and no gloves. Some wore a helmet and maybe a chest protector. If I were the parents of these children they’d be wearing neck and collar protectors, spine guards and would be wrapped in bubble wrap. I don’t care how dorky it looks, full exoskeleton!! No exceptions! There were mostly quads, but there were a few little 50s on the track. It is essentiallyy no man’s land with EZ-ups and no enforced rules. Kind of a pain because the people next to us were jerks. They kept doing donuts on their quads right next to our area and the dust was traveling over and engulfing us–even after asking one of them not to, the other would come over and do it. It took everything in my being not to go do donuts on the west side of their area.
Think Pink!
We took turns riding because Shawn still does not have another dirtbike. I must say he is a bit rough on my bike, but he’s the one who has to fix everything he breaks so, so be it. However, one of my fork seals is leaking and it’s getting pretty bad. Obviously my KX is being jumped sat the threshold of its ability, especially with the seal leak. It’s no secret I wish I had the ovaries to jump even as high as Shawn is, but I am afraid of going over the bars somehow. But I am getting better. I used to bury the poor forks on my TTR with no fear andmany times outride the bike but the KX is a different animal. It will ride right over me if I let it.
You break, you buy, Mister!
Posting this is worth the flack I will receive for it, lol.
