Post by Krash on Jan 18, 2004 0:54:27 GMT -5
One day...last spring...nick and mike and I were riding up two mile and we came around this corner...and we saw this little goat trail goign straight down the ridge line...well the first part was like a 6 foot bank you had to littereally jump off of. np we made that like it was nothing. The next part was easy...cruizing down this ridge...well of coarse...like all other ridges...this one ended. and went like straight down, well...guess what we cant get back up the 6 foot bank back to the road so we gotta go down this ridge...well this thing is like verticle. Here i am with my 400, mike has his tt-r 250 (highest bike in its class that year, hes only about 5'6") and nick who is like 6'5" so he can touch both sides flat foot. NEways we are rolling down this game trail (thats what it turned out to be) and mike wails on his front brake, tetters for a bit and flops over on his side in the downhil direction, it was so funny. Ne ways we go thim back going and he makes it down to the main road...well now theres like a 10 foot straight down cliff to the road....and we are on like a steep embankment so we cant hop down it. Well we find where some deer had been goin up and down this thing...and we are like ok..its here or never. so im first in line...it was littereally too steep to ride down so i drop the biek on its side (which is practically stright up) and skid it down the embankment...we all 3 had to do that. that was hirrible...then i flooded it really bad....then I RAN OUT OF GAS stupid 2 stroke. i had a full tank to start with, but then again this whole ordeal was about a day long. Luckily it was oil injected and we found an empty beer can on the side of the road and took some of nicks gas and put it in my tank...
well we made it down but still it was a bad day...
bad day indeed.
well we made it down but still it was a bad day...
bad day indeed.