The spring of 2012 was a wet one. One of the those springs, that you actually consider your carpentry skills to ponder if you could actually build an Arc. With cabin fever setting in, Bruce and I wonderlust for an opportunity to get some dirt under our wheels. That moment comes when the local BMW dealership hosts the off-road riding day at a local farm.
While there are enough bikes around this place to start a breeding conservation program for BMWs, today would not be a Big Bike day. The ground is far too soggy to truly devour the terrain. Yes, today is a little bike mudding day.
As the day began, the big BMWs performed as expected. It looked at times like bowling alley of strikes as bikes lay left and right of every planned obstacle. As they continued to play on their grassy knoll, the little bikes diverted our attention to wallowing in the mud.
While there are enough bikes around this place to start a breeding conservation program for BMWs, today would not be a Big Bike day. The ground is far too soggy to truly devour the terrain. Yes, today is a little bike mudding day.
As the day began, the big BMWs performed as expected. It looked at times like bowling alley of strikes as bikes lay left and right of every planned obstacle. As they continued to play on their grassy knoll, the little bikes diverted our attention to wallowing in the mud.
You see, I had been looking for a mid-weight ADV bike but couldn't quite put my finger on what I wanted to ride. Keith happen to bring his XC to the off road day, then spend all day throwing mud back at us. By lunch, all the bikes were pretty much trashed. Keith was more than generous to let me throw my leg over his steed.
It was a surreal experience. For one, the XC had to be the ugliest bike when it was on the show room floor. I mean, for the next 2 years dealers dropped the prices wickedly low in the hope that someone would own those sorry bikes. Now, in the middle of a muddy field, I found my next love (not Keith, the bike!)
It was a surreal experience. For one, the XC had to be the ugliest bike when it was on the show room floor. I mean, for the next 2 years dealers dropped the prices wickedly low in the hope that someone would own those sorry bikes. Now, in the middle of a muddy field, I found my next love (not Keith, the bike!)