A Capital day with Jr and Erin
18/05/09 17:07 Filed in: Motorcycle
Well, we had intended to go to Gifford and attempt the notorious Trail 265 entry climb. But the stats on the trails didn’t look promising. What had been updated had been updated only a week ago. Every trail was still closed due to snow 
. Seeing as how Jr was in town, back from his 2nd little trip to Iraq, we absolutely had to go riding somewhere. Anywhere! So, the choice was made to try out Capital forrest.
The winter hadn’t been kind to the place so the riding turned out pretty good. We’re all gluttons for punishment so the rocks and mud posed no serious ‘intellectual’ challange. Most of us, except for the usual Rickgauer spawns, got to taste mud close up.
Rob was in a really good mood, and in exceptional mental condition now that real life has returned. A new job, a new kid, dirt bikes, a great wife, all that jazz has hopefully already made Iraq fade into a distasteful memory.
I sold the RM250 (’89) to Rob Sr quite a few years ago. This bike had been ‘replaced’ with a 2000 KTM 300 EXC. I had owned it for 11 years and was in the mood to move up. I also thought I would never get it jetted right and was getting sick of it. Rob Sr is a man who seems to take on charity case motorcycles and was willing to give it a go. Not 1 week after I sold it to him (At a steep discount because I thought it was a P.O.S.), he buys a new carb and whamo! Perfect jetting. I still hate you for that.
Over the last few years, the RM has kept going... and going... and going. It’s now in the care of Erin. Amazingly, it looks like it’ll keep on going... and going... and going... It’s starting to turn into the new “Franken’bike” though (Nice blue fender...).
Now, if you want to know how repressed Rob’s been (No dirt biking in Iraq!), listen to the audio very carefully....
Here’s the whole crew at Rock Candy. Jr, Don, Erin (Striking a gangsta’ pose), 42, and Scott.
Helmets off, and looking pretty beat up. There was some serious mud in the hills. The North Rim #1 trail suffered a pair of mud slides which were unpassable. There was no way around and no shortcuts anyone could remember. After riding in circles for awhile, we finally gave up and headed back. It’s quite unbeliveable how so few people can debate for so long on the best way to avoid running out of gas. Fortunately, Scott stepped in and remembered a short cut which shaved about 6 miles off our return trip. We were lucky to get back (Erin was sucking fumes!).
Don. This link is for you! It explains the remedy I used for the KTM 450 clutch. Check for broken plates (Especially the bottom friction plate) and drill/balance/clean carefully. What you will wind up with is something like this. This is from the article. I only drilled the outer holes and it seems to have cured the squawk.
KTM clutch pressure plate mod.
Let’s talk about Erin. She’s fast. Scary fast! If she ever gets off that RM250 and onto a new, modern, good suspension, something with brakes, type of bike (A CR250 perhaps?) she’s good enough to race the B class hare scrambles (Not the ladies class, she’d clean up the A class there).
. Seeing as how Jr was in town, back from his 2nd little trip to Iraq, we absolutely had to go riding somewhere. Anywhere! So, the choice was made to try out Capital forrest.The winter hadn’t been kind to the place so the riding turned out pretty good. We’re all gluttons for punishment so the rocks and mud posed no serious ‘intellectual’ challange. Most of us, except for the usual Rickgauer spawns, got to taste mud close up.
Rob was in a really good mood, and in exceptional mental condition now that real life has returned. A new job, a new kid, dirt bikes, a great wife, all that jazz has hopefully already made Iraq fade into a distasteful memory.
I sold the RM250 (’89) to Rob Sr quite a few years ago. This bike had been ‘replaced’ with a 2000 KTM 300 EXC. I had owned it for 11 years and was in the mood to move up. I also thought I would never get it jetted right and was getting sick of it. Rob Sr is a man who seems to take on charity case motorcycles and was willing to give it a go. Not 1 week after I sold it to him (At a steep discount because I thought it was a P.O.S.), he buys a new carb and whamo! Perfect jetting. I still hate you for that.
Over the last few years, the RM has kept going... and going... and going. It’s now in the care of Erin. Amazingly, it looks like it’ll keep on going... and going... and going... It’s starting to turn into the new “Franken’bike” though (Nice blue fender...).
Now, if you want to know how repressed Rob’s been (No dirt biking in Iraq!), listen to the audio very carefully....
Here’s the whole crew at Rock Candy. Jr, Don, Erin (Striking a gangsta’ pose), 42, and Scott.
Helmets off, and looking pretty beat up. There was some serious mud in the hills. The North Rim #1 trail suffered a pair of mud slides which were unpassable. There was no way around and no shortcuts anyone could remember. After riding in circles for awhile, we finally gave up and headed back. It’s quite unbeliveable how so few people can debate for so long on the best way to avoid running out of gas. Fortunately, Scott stepped in and remembered a short cut which shaved about 6 miles off our return trip. We were lucky to get back (Erin was sucking fumes!).
Don. This link is for you! It explains the remedy I used for the KTM 450 clutch. Check for broken plates (Especially the bottom friction plate) and drill/balance/clean carefully. What you will wind up with is something like this. This is from the article. I only drilled the outer holes and it seems to have cured the squawk.
KTM clutch pressure plate mod.
Let’s talk about Erin. She’s fast. Scary fast! If she ever gets off that RM250 and onto a new, modern, good suspension, something with brakes, type of bike (A CR250 perhaps?) she’s good enough to race the B class hare scrambles (Not the ladies class, she’d clean up the A class there).