Ra12r
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posted October 02, 2003 04:54 PM
U got caught on a zx12?!?! You must have just moved up from a Katana!!!
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jonwright
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posted October 02, 2003 08:24 PM
While I would say that comment is meant in humor, please be aware that around here folks who run usually get caught.
There's more guys that have gotten caught running than have gotten away.
While I may have some points on my record, I don't have a felony fleeing.
I did it ONCE on my Gixxer 600 and I'm not anxious to do it again.
And I got busted in my Durango (5.9 L).
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Hells Dark Lord
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posted October 08, 2003 05:18 AM
dam Jon, I am thinking that you need to start WALKING everywhere.....lol
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princesskiwi
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posted October 08, 2003 08:07 AM
Come with me and get a little DIRTY.....
Get a street legal dirt - see if your ass is tough enough to do the first Alaska run with Bikeland next summer.
Don't worry we won't tell if you shed a few tears....
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jonwright
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posted October 08, 2003 10:52 AM
 Edited By: jonwright on 8 Oct 2003 11:56
I will be picking up one of these this Friday....
KTM 250 EXC
Hey, bring yer ass down to rocky Arkansas and we'll see who's crying! 
BTW, the real Trail of Tears is pretty close around here....
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Otis
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posted October 08, 2003 11:39 AM
Edited By: Otis on 8 Oct 2003 12:45
That's sweet Jon. This is what my brother bought this spring.
http://www.ktmusa.com/set_index.asp
Although he bought all new black bodywork for it with very cool decals on it. It is one badass bike. That thing will pull wheelies without a thought. He used to have the Honda 600 which I liked (outside of kickstarting, see here for why I hate that
I wrote this on this site in July of 2002. True story
Yep, 90,000 miles of street riding since my last get off, I get in the dirt and crash within the 1st 6 miles. I was riding my brothers new 650XR. I had spent some time de-californiamodeling it and took it out for a ride. Here it is.
Well, I told my wife I would be gone for only an hour, I just wanted to check out how much faster the bike would be. I was having a ball and just cruising through the Manistee forest when I happened upon a 25-30 yard long mud puddle, I thought hey that looks fun so I whack the throttle open and went into it only to get haldfway through and there were logs in the middle of it, crossways. As soon as the front tire hit one, down I went on the left side. SMACK, right in mud almost knee deep. The bike is on it's left side, I am basically face down in the mud. I get up and shake my head "I can't fucking believe this!" I'm telling myself. I take my helmet off and set it to the side. I have mud all over me, even down my jeans, I can't see my shoes cause the shit is so deep the water is about 6" deep on top of the mud. I manage to pick the bike up and I swing my right leg over it with my left foot buried at least a foot in the shit I am on a real funky angle trying to kick start the fucker. Well anyone who has kick started a 4 stroke thumper knows what a pain in the ass it is and with my luck it won't start. It's 150 fucking degrees out, I'm in the middle of the woods with not a soul around for about 6 miles on this little tiny trail by myself. So after about 40 kicks and a heart attack I give up and just lean on the bike panting. I am really pissed off now and felt very hopeless. So after about 10 minutes of rest I manage to push the bike the last 15 yards through the mud and have to stop again to avoid a heart attack, I have sweat pouring out of me a million fucking gnats and mosquitos are all over me and I am for sure the most miserable person on the planet. I thought I better call my wife to let her know I'll be late cause I've already been gone for well over an hour now. I reach down to get my cell phone, and it's gone. Lost in the fucking mud and water. Now I know I'm fucked cause if I can't get thing started I can't call for help, we have many friends up there. So I decide to push the bike up this hill that's ahead and I'll try to bump start it coming down, but first I'll try another dozen kicks. No go, my leg is like a noodle now, no more energy in it, I take another 10 minute rest all the while wishing a Cardiologist would come round the bend. So I start puching that beast up the hill, get to the top and turn it around, put it in 1st and start running with it down the hill, manage to jump on and release the clutch, bludda bludda bludda, no start. FUCK! I get off and turn it around again and push it up the hill, I keep finding myself looking back the way I came for that Cardiologist but he's no where to be found. Rest a bit more, getting a little delirious now from the heat and exhuastion. Put it in 1st and run with it down the hill again, bludda bludda bludda, no start. OK now I really feel hopeless, it's fucking hot as shit I've been bitten 100 time sby mosquitoes and have aten at least a pound of fucking gnats. I think OK one more time then I'm leaving the bike and going to walk out. I am for sure mentally disabled now panting like my dog after a run. I puch that fucking up the hill one more time, turn it around, say a prayer and run down the hill with it again, I almost fall over cause I'm so tired, I manage to get on it and pop the clutch and I'll be damned if it didn't fire up. The problem was I was so suprised it fired up I gave it a whole bunch of throttle and the front wheel lofts and I almost loose it but dont' but I end ip in the fucking mud again but upright with the motor still running. So I reach down and turn the idle waaaay up on the bike so it won't stall gain and just sit there for a few minutes panting, feeling chest pains and thinking I'm going to die. I settle down enough to feel confident enough to get out of the sippy hole but wait, the logs are still in the middle. So I push the kickstand down and because I'm only about 10 feet into this mud it gets enough solid ground to hold the bike up. The motor ius fucking screaming I have the idle up so high but I don't fucking care, if it stalls again I'm just going to lay down and die anyway. I walk back into the mud and water and start moving these logs out of the way, there are 5 of them all arounf 5-6 feet long and about 6-10 inches round. Get them out of the way and go get the helmet. I now have mud everywhere on me, I'm still panting like a dog and I swear my next feat in life is to kill every fucking mosquito and gnat on the planet, they are making me insane. I get the helmet on and get back on the bike, drop it in first and whack the throttle and manage to get all the way through the mud and water without going down again. I get to the other side and give a sigh of relief. I am going fucking home. I check my watch, and of course can't see the dial cause of all the mud on it, thank you Tag Heuer, for making such a great watch, and find I've been in this fucking sippy hole for over an hour now. I take off and go back down the trail and then down the other one and go right at the dirt road and keep going and going and realize I missed the other trail and when I turn around and go back I can't find it. I am now fucking lost in the Manistee forest. FUCK! I have no phone cause it's at the bottom of the sippy hole, I still can barely breath, I am so fucking hot I think I'm a turkey on Thanksgiving and all I want to do is get home and I can't even fucking do that. SO, I just keep on riding this dirt road thining for sure I'll hit a paved road soon enough, Well I did but many many many miles later. It turn out that I know this road but I am some 22 miles away from the cotage, good thing the bike has the Baha Light package on it and is street legal. I start heading home.
Well, I pull up at the cabing and my wife just looks at me, what I sight I must have been, mud from my fucking toes to my head. I turn off the bike, get off, tell her I'm fine but don't ask me any questions right now. I take off my mud caked shoes and strip my pants and shirt off and go right by her into the house and into the shower.
90,000 miles on the street with out a get off, 6 miles in the dirt and the worst experience of my year. Now, needless to say I think about it now and laugh my ass off but boy was I pissed of then. This happened on Monday, it took til Friday til I stopped itching from all the fucking mosquito bites and the bumps went down. So the moral of this story is, if you are going riding in the dirt, DON'T GO ALONE!!!!
But I'll tell you what the weight difference betwen the Honda and KTM is unreal, that KTM felt like a feather, easy to throw around. I had a blast riding it.
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worm~hole
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posted October 08, 2003 12:38 PM
...I face-planted three times while riding my KLX400SR during my recent 4-day off-road adventure high up in the Seqouias...and it didn't hurt...much  ...sprained the left pinky...broke the bill on my HJC...minor scratches on the radiator shrouds...and I had a blast!...35mph off-road feels like 135mph on-road...but with 'softer' landings...unless you impale yourself on a tree limb sticking up from a fallen tree...all the gear all the time, baby...and ride like you dive...with a buddy
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princesskiwi
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posted October 09, 2003 09:34 AM
My Bike is a kick. Guys will stop and watch me, walk up to my dirtbike and kick it over.
I guess it's not something you get to see everday.
A straight girl on a dirt bike.
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jonwright
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posted October 09, 2003 04:34 PM
Well...fook 'em, I say, Kiwi.
Otis, you just break all da common sense rules, don't cha?
I couldn't tell what bike your brother got, btw.
Well, I have the 12-R stock now, and it feels funny saying this about a 12-R, I know, BUT: It kinda feels gutless now. 
Gettin' excited about my new ride!!!!!!! Woooooo hooooo!
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princesskiwi
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posted October 10, 2003 04:22 PM
Wormhole - how's your face, still beautiful?
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