It’s November on the 39th parallel. And Miss November has elected to have a little bit of fun at the expense of the 200+ registered riders on Day 2 of the Pine Barrens event. The thermometer halved itself in the wee hours of the night, as the riders were slumbering off the weak shoulders and exhausted core muscles from yesterday’s deep sand whoops. However, today is greeted with great anticipation. Anticipation that while yesterday’s track was unrelenting much like the mechanical process of separating wheat from chaff, it was reported that today should be ”more inviting”. I imagine that our Rally’s master’s vision of “more inviting” to be something like Andromeda feels as the Kraken is released in the Clash of Titans movie.
We head out and the morning rush quickly subsides. Blaster and I are left to our own accord for most of the ride. Does anybody remember the Dakar promo video where the helo flys over as the competitors were gracefully playing in the sand dunes?
We head out and the morning rush quickly subsides. Blaster and I are left to our own accord for most of the ride. Does anybody remember the Dakar promo video where the helo flys over as the competitors were gracefully playing in the sand dunes?
Well, that is certainly not Blaster and I, but we are getting cheeky in the sand today. While it is certainly not pretty to watch yet, we are getting damned effective. And for non-sand riders, I think we had some really good riding! The hero section located near Lucille's restaurant is even accomplished with nary a belly flop.
After lunch, we somehow meet up with our Canadian brethren. We dance our sleds among the blueberry bushes for most of the afternoon until…..
...You see the borrowed KLR on the team will have none of our shenanigans. Somewhere in the middle of the whooped out section, the KLR started shedding parts like a crab molting. I felt like a mouse again to know that David can pilot his KLR through the end of the whoops riding aside with his “extra” foot on the KLR saddle. Yes, that man can ride whoops with just one foot! Soon enough, it’s clear that they need to boogie back to HQ and get this sorted. Blaster and I continue the trek and finished well before sweep DNF time. It seems the KLR is across the street getting the foot peg mount welded back on. As the sun sets, Blaster and I partake in master planning with Rodriguez from Epico MotoADV. We have all but sold an unborn first born child for a chance to ride Columbia. We are eagerly awaiting the grand prize drawing tonight. But then reality sets in, we’ve never won anything big, and this will be no exception. However, the loot was large and the winners were frequent.
After lunch, we somehow meet up with our Canadian brethren. We dance our sleds among the blueberry bushes for most of the afternoon until…..
...You see the borrowed KLR on the team will have none of our shenanigans. Somewhere in the middle of the whooped out section, the KLR started shedding parts like a crab molting. I felt like a mouse again to know that David can pilot his KLR through the end of the whoops riding aside with his “extra” foot on the KLR saddle. Yes, that man can ride whoops with just one foot! Soon enough, it’s clear that they need to boogie back to HQ and get this sorted. Blaster and I continue the trek and finished well before sweep DNF time. It seems the KLR is across the street getting the foot peg mount welded back on. As the sun sets, Blaster and I partake in master planning with Rodriguez from Epico MotoADV. We have all but sold an unborn first born child for a chance to ride Columbia. We are eagerly awaiting the grand prize drawing tonight. But then reality sets in, we’ve never won anything big, and this will be no exception. However, the loot was large and the winners were frequent.
