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OK folks, inspired by a thread over on RDS I will endeavor to create a "Day Rides" thread here on TWT where you can post up shots of those little rides for the rest of us... the Day Rides. These are the ones that us normal, working folks get to sneak in from time to time, thanking our spouses profusely, hugging the kids, and then running off to the twisty tarmac or the dusty woods to get our heads back on straight. Some of us twist the throttle a bit, some of us slow down and smell the surroundings a bit, but the end result is the same. We are better people for it, we value our time with our friends and families a bit more, and we have a few pictures to embellish with our riding friends 
I'll start off with a ride that I did over my birthday weekend in late August. I'm still floored every time I ride here in Oregon and kick myself for NOT riding when I lived here from '96 - '99. Given the economy and my new industry, I have no illusions that my position here is stable. So I try to make the best of it...
This is the Bachelor "Anything Goes" Tour 2011.
Assorted Baffoonery as the gang congregates at Big O Bagels for the liftoff. Paul showed up late (as usual
) with his new Giant Loop all a kerflubble. It wouldn't have lasted five minutes. I'm having flash backs to Vinny's jerry-rigged tail bag a la Big Bend only a lot more expensive.
A few miles out of town and we're on a dirt powerline trail, headed for Mt. Bachelor. A very smooth, high speed section in the photo, but some good gnar in other places.
Paul and Zak on some of the fun stuff.
Brian tears up the same spot...
My own personal magic carpet for the day. Despite its less-than-impressive debut at Richard's Big Bend trip early this year it seems to be well sorted now and is a total kick in the pants blast to ride. This bike will take all comers.
Discussing route options while Bachelor waits in the background. Something about dual sport people. Where ever you go, they are among the friendliest, most welcoming people around and I've been fortunate to find plenty here in Oregon.
Lunch at Mt. Bachelor. Some dirtbike royalty on the left, although he may disagree with me
Life just doesn't suck up here.
From Bachelor we headed back to the south over some very fun, less-than-accessible roads and jumped into the Edison OHV area, which consists, as near as I can tell, of lava. Here's Brian chopping up the lava at speed. Lots of cheese grater rocks waiting for our soft, pink skin.
Brian rides the most heavily modified Big Red Pig you'll ever see. When I say ride, I mean ride.
The view from the Kwohl Butte shelter looking south... very rough riding to get here, very glad I was on a ~250 lb bike and not recovering from a broken scapula (as my buddy Jim was).
Dropping down from Kwohl Butte the terrain gradually eased up into typical dual sport Autobahn gravel.
It was "hot" and dusty, time to start hitting some lakes... of which there are plenty. I put "hot" in quotes for you Texans
A line of thirsty dual sports at Cultus. Except for the DR of course, which could go another 200 miles.
After Cultus we headed out on nice (ie: rutted, fun) forest service roads. My buddy Zak made it through all the nasties on my DR only to pack it in hard on the easy stuff. Zak was cruising in front of me when he hit a spot of mud and went down in a flurry of bike, dirt, and dust. He took a quick breather while I extracted the DR from the downed trees along the road. Tib-Fib bashed but structurally OK, oil cooler pushed back into the tank, speedo ripped out. No leaks! IMS tanks are tough! Ride on!
There were lakes everywhere. I think this was Irish Lake?
Eventually we arrived at a very cool spot called the Taylor Burn. I really like running through the old forest fire burns, for the increased visibility and the stark scenery. Fortunately this one is probably decades old, unlike the horror you guys in Bastrop experienced this year
A shot of my buddy Brian cooking with gas in the Taylor Burn. One of my favorite photos.
After a few more miles and a couple more lakes we eventually we found Our Own Private Idaho...er... Oregon totally secluded at the end of 1/2 mile of trail. Guided by yours truly and his trusty Garmin GPSMap60CSx
Paul, who had been ripping off his clothes (!!) every time we stopped at a lake, was finally satisfied.
My buddy Jim brings smoked oysters. We travel in style.
Eventually the day started getting long and the feeling of obligations, a feeling familiar to Day Rides kind of people, started to sink in. We jumped on gravel and started making time towards Elk Lake, popped onto pavement and blasted home past Sparks Lake and Mt. Bachelor, knobbies howling on tarmac.
A darned good Day Ride if I do say so.
The End

I'll start off with a ride that I did over my birthday weekend in late August. I'm still floored every time I ride here in Oregon and kick myself for NOT riding when I lived here from '96 - '99. Given the economy and my new industry, I have no illusions that my position here is stable. So I try to make the best of it...
This is the Bachelor "Anything Goes" Tour 2011.
Assorted Baffoonery as the gang congregates at Big O Bagels for the liftoff. Paul showed up late (as usual

A few miles out of town and we're on a dirt powerline trail, headed for Mt. Bachelor. A very smooth, high speed section in the photo, but some good gnar in other places.
Paul and Zak on some of the fun stuff.
Brian tears up the same spot...
My own personal magic carpet for the day. Despite its less-than-impressive debut at Richard's Big Bend trip early this year it seems to be well sorted now and is a total kick in the pants blast to ride. This bike will take all comers.
Discussing route options while Bachelor waits in the background. Something about dual sport people. Where ever you go, they are among the friendliest, most welcoming people around and I've been fortunate to find plenty here in Oregon.
Lunch at Mt. Bachelor. Some dirtbike royalty on the left, although he may disagree with me


From Bachelor we headed back to the south over some very fun, less-than-accessible roads and jumped into the Edison OHV area, which consists, as near as I can tell, of lava. Here's Brian chopping up the lava at speed. Lots of cheese grater rocks waiting for our soft, pink skin.
Brian rides the most heavily modified Big Red Pig you'll ever see. When I say ride, I mean ride.
The view from the Kwohl Butte shelter looking south... very rough riding to get here, very glad I was on a ~250 lb bike and not recovering from a broken scapula (as my buddy Jim was).
Dropping down from Kwohl Butte the terrain gradually eased up into typical dual sport Autobahn gravel.
It was "hot" and dusty, time to start hitting some lakes... of which there are plenty. I put "hot" in quotes for you Texans

A line of thirsty dual sports at Cultus. Except for the DR of course, which could go another 200 miles.
After Cultus we headed out on nice (ie: rutted, fun) forest service roads. My buddy Zak made it through all the nasties on my DR only to pack it in hard on the easy stuff. Zak was cruising in front of me when he hit a spot of mud and went down in a flurry of bike, dirt, and dust. He took a quick breather while I extracted the DR from the downed trees along the road. Tib-Fib bashed but structurally OK, oil cooler pushed back into the tank, speedo ripped out. No leaks! IMS tanks are tough! Ride on!
There were lakes everywhere. I think this was Irish Lake?
Eventually we arrived at a very cool spot called the Taylor Burn. I really like running through the old forest fire burns, for the increased visibility and the stark scenery. Fortunately this one is probably decades old, unlike the horror you guys in Bastrop experienced this year

A shot of my buddy Brian cooking with gas in the Taylor Burn. One of my favorite photos.
After a few more miles and a couple more lakes we eventually we found Our Own Private Idaho...er... Oregon totally secluded at the end of 1/2 mile of trail. Guided by yours truly and his trusty Garmin GPSMap60CSx

My buddy Jim brings smoked oysters. We travel in style.
Eventually the day started getting long and the feeling of obligations, a feeling familiar to Day Rides kind of people, started to sink in. We jumped on gravel and started making time towards Elk Lake, popped onto pavement and blasted home past Sparks Lake and Mt. Bachelor, knobbies howling on tarmac.
A darned good Day Ride if I do say so.
The End

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