FirstMan
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- Location
- Yuma, AZ
- First Name
- Adam
- Last Name
- McCreight
The story starts with me needing to pick up my wife's drive shaft for her jeep in Clayton. If I am going to make that drive, I might as well play while I am there. Turns out the drive shaft is not ready, so I guess I have to go back
That is the truth, now for the lies
There were 4 people on the trip,
FristMan -- Adam -- WR450
GetBent -- Jim -- XR650R
Tallboy -- Scott --KLR650
And Brian --XR650L
A bike or two were drooped, we met drunk Okies in Geo metros that had dogs riding on their trunks and bungees holding the whole hood down. And some of us saw Mule butt up close and personally. Like always, I don't carry a camera, so i do not have any pictures to prove it. But, I am going to invest in a helmet cam, I want to be able to hit rewind and find out if it was a mule or a horse.
Okay, I gotta tell you about that part. We are headed back after 5 hours of riding, 6-7 hours of being in the saddle. Scott was tired of seeing dust and finding the rocks by braille so he is in the lead. We are going at a good clip, probably 30-40 mph, and a mule jumps out on the road and starts running with us. Scott attempts to warn us, but I find out later, all he sees is Mule, a little bit of me, and dust behind me. What I see is a mule, mule in front of me, I now have the rear brake locked attempting to move out his way, mule kicking up rocks trying to get away from me, his rear is going faster than his front and is twisting him, (I guess you could call it peeling out, he was throwing up big rocks) I no longer see hoofs, only black butt, then he cuts to the right and takes off in the woods. I stop, raise my arms in glory and then GetBent and Brian pull up not knowing why I am doing to rocky dance on my WR. I know to you all it isn't that great of a story, but that is really all I remember from the day.
Oh yeah, we did 120 miles, we played on kinda sorta single track until noon, headed to pickens to eat lunch, stopped at sheriles before pickens, played around on every road we could find until 4:30 and then headed back to the state park. Played on roads near the park, packed up and headed home.
That is the truth, now for the lies
There were 4 people on the trip,
FristMan -- Adam -- WR450
GetBent -- Jim -- XR650R
Tallboy -- Scott --KLR650
And Brian --XR650L
A bike or two were drooped, we met drunk Okies in Geo metros that had dogs riding on their trunks and bungees holding the whole hood down. And some of us saw Mule butt up close and personally. Like always, I don't carry a camera, so i do not have any pictures to prove it. But, I am going to invest in a helmet cam, I want to be able to hit rewind and find out if it was a mule or a horse.
Okay, I gotta tell you about that part. We are headed back after 5 hours of riding, 6-7 hours of being in the saddle. Scott was tired of seeing dust and finding the rocks by braille so he is in the lead. We are going at a good clip, probably 30-40 mph, and a mule jumps out on the road and starts running with us. Scott attempts to warn us, but I find out later, all he sees is Mule, a little bit of me, and dust behind me. What I see is a mule, mule in front of me, I now have the rear brake locked attempting to move out his way, mule kicking up rocks trying to get away from me, his rear is going faster than his front and is twisting him, (I guess you could call it peeling out, he was throwing up big rocks) I no longer see hoofs, only black butt, then he cuts to the right and takes off in the woods. I stop, raise my arms in glory and then GetBent and Brian pull up not knowing why I am doing to rocky dance on my WR. I know to you all it isn't that great of a story, but that is really all I remember from the day.
Oh yeah, we did 120 miles, we played on kinda sorta single track until noon, headed to pickens to eat lunch, stopped at sheriles before pickens, played around on every road we could find until 4:30 and then headed back to the state park. Played on roads near the park, packed up and headed home.