chris
08-28-2004, 06:20 PM
Me and my big mouth. When I posted that I bought my F650GS I said I was heading to the Sam Houston forest this weekend to "see if I could get myself in trouble." Well, I did. :angryfir: I was having so much fun on the gravel roads I decided to head down a flat, easy-looking trail. I've never ridden dirt before, so I am learning on the fly. I was doing fine until I hit a hole I didn't see. It caused my hand to slip and give it a bunch of throttle. The bike jumped to the left and hit a tree. It went down and I went rolling. Suprisingly, nothing was broken on it or me. I was lucky that I hit the tree square on with the front tire. But now I had a problem. The bike was laying on a berm, downhill, in soft dirt. :mad:
I picked up my ST1300 fairly easily when I dropped it once, so I thought this bike would be pretty easy since it weighs just over half as much. But I was trying to pick it up uphill, and my feet kept slipping in the dirt. I tried every angle and position I could and it wouldn't budge. So I started walking. I thought if I got back to the main road I could flag someone down and get them to come back to help.
But before I got very far I had an idea. I went back and started digging the dirt out around it so I could push it around. I was able to turn it enough so it was level instead of downhill. Then I could "grunt" it up.
I rolled it forward to some level ground so I could put the sidestand down and take a breather. It rolled downhill and the front tire stopped against a berm. I thought, no problem, I'll just power over it. But the dirt was too soft. The back wheel dug a trench and I was just stuck worse. I had to lay the bike back down (and let me tell you, after all that work to get it up, that wasn't an easy decision :headbang: ) then I could turn it so it was pointed away from the berm. It was now also laying uphill, so it was much easier to pick up the second time.
About this time I became aware that I was about to pass out from heat exhaustion. It was extremely hot and humid (Duh! it's Houston) but I was starting to feel chilled and was shivering. I didn't have any water with me because I usually get a drink when I stop for gas. Once back on the bike I (very carefully) made my way back to the main road. It was a while before I found a gas station where I could get some water. That whole time I knew I was on the edge. I was still shivering and had a very difficult time concentrating. But after stopping to rest and hydrate, I felt much better.
So now, thinking back on the experience, I ask myself what did I learn from this? :shrug: Did I learn that I have no business riding on dirt and that I should give up that crazy idea? Naw, I'm too stubborn for that. Did I learn that I don't know what the **** I'm doing? No, I already knew that, I just had it confirmed. What I did learn:
1) Pay attention to your route. The trouble started when I hit a hole I didn't see. I should have seen it.
2) Target fixation is the same in the dirt as on the street. Right before I hit the tree, I thought "Holy ****, don't hit that tree!" :mrgreen:
3) Take water. Even if I don't think I'll need it, it can't hurt to throw a bottle in the tankbag.
4) Last, but most important, I learned that whatever happens in the future, I can pick that son-of-a-***** up. ;-)
Despite the little mishap, I had a blast. The little GS is a lot of fun. The buzz on the highway is not nearly as bad as I thought it would be. And it's great on twisty roads. It just doesn't have much torque, so I have to change gears a lot more than I'm used to. The seat has got to go. My butt was hurting after only around 50 miles. I will also have to do something about the front forks. They are seriously under-damped. Successive bumps has the front-end hopping like a pogo stick. I won't blame that for my crash, but it certainly didn't help.
I'll be back out there soon. I need more dirt practice. But I'll probably stick to the gravel roads for a while until I get a little better. :angel:
Chris
I picked up my ST1300 fairly easily when I dropped it once, so I thought this bike would be pretty easy since it weighs just over half as much. But I was trying to pick it up uphill, and my feet kept slipping in the dirt. I tried every angle and position I could and it wouldn't budge. So I started walking. I thought if I got back to the main road I could flag someone down and get them to come back to help.
But before I got very far I had an idea. I went back and started digging the dirt out around it so I could push it around. I was able to turn it enough so it was level instead of downhill. Then I could "grunt" it up.
I rolled it forward to some level ground so I could put the sidestand down and take a breather. It rolled downhill and the front tire stopped against a berm. I thought, no problem, I'll just power over it. But the dirt was too soft. The back wheel dug a trench and I was just stuck worse. I had to lay the bike back down (and let me tell you, after all that work to get it up, that wasn't an easy decision :headbang: ) then I could turn it so it was pointed away from the berm. It was now also laying uphill, so it was much easier to pick up the second time.
About this time I became aware that I was about to pass out from heat exhaustion. It was extremely hot and humid (Duh! it's Houston) but I was starting to feel chilled and was shivering. I didn't have any water with me because I usually get a drink when I stop for gas. Once back on the bike I (very carefully) made my way back to the main road. It was a while before I found a gas station where I could get some water. That whole time I knew I was on the edge. I was still shivering and had a very difficult time concentrating. But after stopping to rest and hydrate, I felt much better.
So now, thinking back on the experience, I ask myself what did I learn from this? :shrug: Did I learn that I have no business riding on dirt and that I should give up that crazy idea? Naw, I'm too stubborn for that. Did I learn that I don't know what the **** I'm doing? No, I already knew that, I just had it confirmed. What I did learn:
1) Pay attention to your route. The trouble started when I hit a hole I didn't see. I should have seen it.
2) Target fixation is the same in the dirt as on the street. Right before I hit the tree, I thought "Holy ****, don't hit that tree!" :mrgreen:
3) Take water. Even if I don't think I'll need it, it can't hurt to throw a bottle in the tankbag.
4) Last, but most important, I learned that whatever happens in the future, I can pick that son-of-a-***** up. ;-)
Despite the little mishap, I had a blast. The little GS is a lot of fun. The buzz on the highway is not nearly as bad as I thought it would be. And it's great on twisty roads. It just doesn't have much torque, so I have to change gears a lot more than I'm used to. The seat has got to go. My butt was hurting after only around 50 miles. I will also have to do something about the front forks. They are seriously under-damped. Successive bumps has the front-end hopping like a pogo stick. I won't blame that for my crash, but it certainly didn't help.
I'll be back out there soon. I need more dirt practice. But I'll probably stick to the gravel roads for a while until I get a little better. :angel:
Chris