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<blockquote data-quote="CDA" data-source="post: 19642" data-attributes="member: 103"><p>Hey the Fire is going out, throw a log on there!</p><p> </p><p>So I was driving in to work this morning and this story popped in my head. Not sure why, but I thought I would share it.</p><p> </p><p>I was down in Baja pre-running for the 91 Baja 500. Since it was my partners and my first time, we pre-ran all the sections together to see who would be better suited for each section. Well this particular day we left Ojos Negros to pre-run up through Mike's Sky Ranch and finish up in Valle De Trinidad to meet my Dad who was chasing us in the Van.</p><p> </p><p>Everything was going well, we were finding some sweet lines and marking a few short cuts (<img src="https://www.dirtbikeaddicts.com/static/images/smilies/devil.gif" class="smilie" loading="lazy" alt=":devil:" title="Devil :devil:" data-shortname=":devil:" />) with our colored ribbon. We got into this flat track race up the road toward's Mike's and I just slide underneath my partner to take the lead when I came around the corner all sideways and met the front of a locals pickup truck coming the other way. <img src="https://www.dirtbikeaddicts.com/static/images/smilies/eek.gif" class="smilie" loading="lazy" alt=":eek:" title="Eek :eek:" data-shortname=":eek:" /> I squared up his cattle guard and flew up his hood and bounced off the front window and fell to the ground. Luckily I did not damage or break his window and nothing but a couple scratched to the bike. I got up and brushed myself off as the driver got out of his truck and was freaking out in Spanish. I gestured that I was good to go and grabbed my bike and off we went.</p><p> </p><p>The rest of the ride was excellent, we dropped into Mike's but did not stop since we were running a little late and needed to keep going. We arrived just outside of Valle De Trinidad and there was my Dad. Instead of loading the bikes up in the Pro Trac there, we told my Dad to meet us out on the HWY on the other side of town. We took off and as we started to get into town, when my partner hangs a right and stops at the local liquor store. We lean our bikes up against the wall and go inside. We always have some cash on us, so no worries. We get inside and we decide to buy a case of Corona's.</p><p> </p><p>We walk outside with the case a realize my Dad is nowhere to be seen, so now what? Since I have the longer legs of the 2 of us, I said "hey I'll put the case on my bike with me and hold them with my legs." He looks at me and says OK, just don't break them. So off we go, me holding a case of Coronas with my legs on the seat. Back then, the case was an open case, not the suitcases you get today, but 4 individual 6 pack bottles. So it is resting on my seat between my legs and running up on the dez tank as I am sitting all the way back on the rear of the seat. No problem! <img src="https://www.dirtbikeaddicts.com/static/images/smilies/devil.gif" class="smilie" loading="lazy" alt=":devil:" title="Devil :devil:" data-shortname=":devil:" /></p><p> </p><p>We come around the corner and start heading down this street when we pass a school. I think it was an Elementary school. All the kids see us coming and run to the fence to say <img src="https://www.dirtbikeaddicts.com/static/images/smilies/wave.gif" class="smilie" loading="lazy" alt=":wave:" title="Wave :wave:" data-shortname=":wave:" />. They start giving us the international language sign to pull a wheelie. So my buddy lofts the front end up and pulls a sweet wheelie down the street. Well I started <img src="https://www.dirtbikeaddicts.com/static/images/smilies/thinking.gif" class="smilie" loading="lazy" alt=":thinking:" title="Thinking :thinking:" data-shortname=":thinking:" />, I don't want to disappoint the kids, so I loft up the front end on my 250 and there I am pulling a sweet wheelie down the street with a Case of Corona on my saddle. Probably one of the best wheelies I have ever done. The kids are jumping up and down and I am a hero. I go wheeling by my buddy and he is freaking out. I set her down and off we ride out of town.<img src="https://www.dirtbikeaddicts.com/static/images/smilies/ride.gif" class="smilie" loading="lazy" alt=":ride:" title="Ride :ride:" data-shortname=":ride:" /></p><p> </p><p>We get to the highway and my Dad is not there. We lean the bikes up against a post and figure, I'm a little thirsty, so we grab a cold one. Guess what, no twisters then either, you need a bottle opener. So we crack the tops off on the post and sit back and enjoy a Mexico cold brewsky. The look on my Dad's face as he pulls up and we are sitting there pounding a cold beer.<img src="https://www.dirtbikeaddicts.com/static/images/smilies/shocked.gif" class="smilie" loading="lazy" alt=":shocked:" title="Shocked :shocked:" data-shortname=":shocked:" /> Before he can start saying anything <img src="https://www.dirtbikeaddicts.com/static/images/smilies/prof.gif" class="smilie" loading="lazy" alt=":prof:" title="Professor :prof:" data-shortname=":prof:" />, we crack him one open and give him a toast and enjoy a cold one together.<img src="https://www.dirtbikeaddicts.com/static/images/smilies/thumb.gif" class="smilie" loading="lazy" alt=":thumb:" title="Thumb :thumb:" data-shortname=":thumb:" /></p><p> </p><p>What a great day that was and a memory I will always charish...</p><p> </p><p>Throw another Log on that fire, I have some more to share after I go check on my bike over here in the dark on the stand and get a cold refreshment.</p><p> </p><p>Carry on!</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="CDA, post: 19642, member: 103"] Hey the Fire is going out, throw a log on there! So I was driving in to work this morning and this story popped in my head. Not sure why, but I thought I would share it. I was down in Baja pre-running for the 91 Baja 500. Since it was my partners and my first time, we pre-ran all the sections together to see who would be better suited for each section. Well this particular day we left Ojos Negros to pre-run up through Mike's Sky Ranch and finish up in Valle De Trinidad to meet my Dad who was chasing us in the Van. Everything was going well, we were finding some sweet lines and marking a few short cuts (:devil:) with our colored ribbon. We got into this flat track race up the road toward's Mike's and I just slide underneath my partner to take the lead when I came around the corner all sideways and met the front of a locals pickup truck coming the other way. :eek: I squared up his cattle guard and flew up his hood and bounced off the front window and fell to the ground. Luckily I did not damage or break his window and nothing but a couple scratched to the bike. I got up and brushed myself off as the driver got out of his truck and was freaking out in Spanish. I gestured that I was good to go and grabbed my bike and off we went. The rest of the ride was excellent, we dropped into Mike's but did not stop since we were running a little late and needed to keep going. We arrived just outside of Valle De Trinidad and there was my Dad. Instead of loading the bikes up in the Pro Trac there, we told my Dad to meet us out on the HWY on the other side of town. We took off and as we started to get into town, when my partner hangs a right and stops at the local liquor store. We lean our bikes up against the wall and go inside. We always have some cash on us, so no worries. We get inside and we decide to buy a case of Corona's. We walk outside with the case a realize my Dad is nowhere to be seen, so now what? Since I have the longer legs of the 2 of us, I said "hey I'll put the case on my bike with me and hold them with my legs." He looks at me and says OK, just don't break them. So off we go, me holding a case of Coronas with my legs on the seat. Back then, the case was an open case, not the suitcases you get today, but 4 individual 6 pack bottles. So it is resting on my seat between my legs and running up on the dez tank as I am sitting all the way back on the rear of the seat. No problem! :devil: We come around the corner and start heading down this street when we pass a school. I think it was an Elementary school. All the kids see us coming and run to the fence to say :wave:. They start giving us the international language sign to pull a wheelie. So my buddy lofts the front end up and pulls a sweet wheelie down the street. Well I started :thinking:, I don't want to disappoint the kids, so I loft up the front end on my 250 and there I am pulling a sweet wheelie down the street with a Case of Corona on my saddle. Probably one of the best wheelies I have ever done. The kids are jumping up and down and I am a hero. I go wheeling by my buddy and he is freaking out. I set her down and off we ride out of town.:ride: We get to the highway and my Dad is not there. We lean the bikes up against a post and figure, I'm a little thirsty, so we grab a cold one. Guess what, no twisters then either, you need a bottle opener. So we crack the tops off on the post and sit back and enjoy a Mexico cold brewsky. The look on my Dad's face as he pulls up and we are sitting there pounding a cold beer.:shocked: Before he can start saying anything :prof:, we crack him one open and give him a toast and enjoy a cold one together.:thumb: What a great day that was and a memory I will always charish... Throw another Log on that fire, I have some more to share after I go check on my bike over here in the dark on the stand and get a cold refreshment. Carry on! [/QUOTE]
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