|   Three Hour Tour/Beer/Steak/Harry Potter = weird dreams | M-U-M
Jun 16, 2002 5:21 AM | | I applied for the position of Token Chick yesterday and was accepted. Granted, there were no other applicants - rarely ever are. To those who didn't get to vote, I appreciate the lack of hearable muttered curses or too many Evil Eyeballs.
I was assuming the ride would run a familiar course and I'd be home in time - and with enough reserves - to mow the back yard, but a shifting problem made for a lot of extra work on my end. Don't think I ever want to be a single speeder! Managed to get some adjustments to work and was still able to milk myself a decent excuse for being the slow poke. That which didn't kill me made me stronger and I feel it today. We really have too many gear options. I didn't realize how spoiled I am.
The weather was of utmost perfect condition. The trails were absolutely wonderful - someone had even done a bit of weed whacking up top. I didn't plan on the additional bushwhacking and vertical goat path, but the downhill side was well worth the torturous hike. This trip will be remembered around the campfire when we tell the young ones stories about our epic rides back in the old days. No yard work was accomplished this day - what's hay going for by the bale now?
Came home to cold beer and a perfect steak. Roomie puts in a new Harry Potter video. Being one of the few people left on earth that hasn't seen it, I figured it was a perfect choice for vegetating on the floor. What a mistake in judgement that was! I later had ongoing dreams of waterbars and creek crossings. There was a constant humming noise I could not identify. Sounded like an engine. I was riding a TL125 of all things, and I haven't even sat on one since the late 70's. I was flying off switchbacks and landing safely on the next level down. Geeze, it was so real, that I could feel the shift lever on my toe. I woke up swearing I smelled two stroke.
Well, I did actually smell something. The ceiling fan had apparently decided to stop spinning during the night and was in the throes of slow death. The dying motor humming away. A potential disaster avoided by the mind forcing you to wake up. Very thankful that I didn't dream of floating on a raft in the ocean. I may not have had such a happy ending to the dream. |
| You're joken token! | AK Ken
Jun 16, 2002 5:37 AM | | Sounds wild. And the natural look is all the rage in backyards this year.
Good thing 2 stroke and the early stages of electrical fire smell similar, eh?
Ken |
| great MUM!!! | fireboy
Jun 16, 2002 6:10 AM | | but who is this Harvey Porter person???
terry |
| Has a brother nicknamed "Oatmeal" I think. nm | M-U-M
Jun 16, 2002 6:25 AM | | 8) |
| must be a step-brother.... | fireboy
Jun 16, 2002 6:30 AM | | ...since his last name is Stout...
terry |
| Were you burning 2stroke oil in that poor little Honda? | Battman42
Jun 16, 2002 10:02 PM | | Looks about the vintage of my old SL-100. I didn't start burning 2stroke until my first Yamaha. The smell of Torco....MMMM
First smelled it coming from a Bulltaco.
Try some Powerstroke on that fan...
I had some shifting problems on my Eastpeak just before the breakin tune up... all gone now.
Tim |
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