CrashTestDummy
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And here's another classic dirt bike act of stupidity (also at White Salmon)...
Me and the two guys previously mentioned where banging away at each other all morning one day. I was on the YZ490, Don rode a 1984 Maico 250 Spider, and our buddy Bob rode a 1978 RM250. Despite the differences, we all led at various times (usually by having more balls than brains).
So at one point Don's leading, Bob's in the middle and I'm bringing up the rear and gaining on them. But I know the trail narrows and there's no place to pass up ahead, so I figure I gotta do something quick, right?
Then I see my chance. An old, unused logging road that angles off to the right a little. For some reason I was sure this road would intersect again with the trail we were on (despite never having taken this route before), so I planned to rip down it and come out ahead of at least Bob.
The traction was great that day.
I pinned the throttle and was definitely pulling even with Bob (I could see him in my peripheral vision to the left). The last thing I thought before the incident was, "Great trail, I wonder why nobody else uses it?"
Then the trail literally vanished at a 30-degree drop off! I didn't even have time to hit the brakes! The next thing I know I'm watching big tree stumps and logging slash pass beneath me as I fly through the air! Holy crap, I'm gonna die today!
Unbelievably, I landed smoothly among the stumps, somehow missing every one of them and manged to anchor the beast without hitting so much as a sapling (well, maybe a few saplings). And then I just sat there trembling for a while and tried to envision how I was gonna ride out of this mess. I did eventually get back to the main road, but it took a while. And of course my buddies were laughing their butts off.
More recently, I bent the blade on my Sawzall doing some tree trimming and, knowing better, grabbed the blade with bare fingers in order to straighten it. D'oh!
Fred B.
Me and the two guys previously mentioned where banging away at each other all morning one day. I was on the YZ490, Don rode a 1984 Maico 250 Spider, and our buddy Bob rode a 1978 RM250. Despite the differences, we all led at various times (usually by having more balls than brains).
So at one point Don's leading, Bob's in the middle and I'm bringing up the rear and gaining on them. But I know the trail narrows and there's no place to pass up ahead, so I figure I gotta do something quick, right?
Then I see my chance. An old, unused logging road that angles off to the right a little. For some reason I was sure this road would intersect again with the trail we were on (despite never having taken this route before), so I planned to rip down it and come out ahead of at least Bob.
The traction was great that day.
I pinned the throttle and was definitely pulling even with Bob (I could see him in my peripheral vision to the left). The last thing I thought before the incident was, "Great trail, I wonder why nobody else uses it?"
Then the trail literally vanished at a 30-degree drop off! I didn't even have time to hit the brakes! The next thing I know I'm watching big tree stumps and logging slash pass beneath me as I fly through the air! Holy crap, I'm gonna die today!
Unbelievably, I landed smoothly among the stumps, somehow missing every one of them and manged to anchor the beast without hitting so much as a sapling (well, maybe a few saplings). And then I just sat there trembling for a while and tried to envision how I was gonna ride out of this mess. I did eventually get back to the main road, but it took a while. And of course my buddies were laughing their butts off.
More recently, I bent the blade on my Sawzall doing some tree trimming and, knowing better, grabbed the blade with bare fingers in order to straighten it. D'oh!
Fred B.