Conditions were very good. Had rained the week before and saturated the ground well. was just starting to get dusty but were also many places that were perfect coffee grounds.
So Saturday right before check one my bike died a few times unexpectedly. I was like WTF but push started in and kept rolling. Get to first gas with only like 6 minutes, fuel up real quick and take off, get about 500 yards and she is dead again. Jake pulls up and I say GO! Ha asks me if i need anything and I say no, GO! He takes off. I try to kick start it and nothing. Since my last Lectron changes this bike will start if you look at it wrong, super EZ starting. Look down at the clear float bowl (brilliant in this situation) and full. I swap the plus real quick and it looks perfect, clean and lean looking. Try to start it and nothing. Attach the old plug and ground it to the head to see spark, dead, nothing. Shit. Seriously I drove 8 hours to ride 35 miles of a 240 mile ISDE****************************************! I'm pissed. Pull the tank as everyone files by several guys stopping to ask if I am OK. Wiggle all the wires, make sure everything looks intact etc, try to fire it and nothing. I am boiling mad at this point. Take the coil off, clean all the contacts, twist the spark plug wire into the coil and cap, reinstall it, try to fire it and nothing. Figure my day is done. One more try Kelly... do the coil thing again, mess with the wire, starting to think maybe it is the stator. Try it again, Bing bing bing first kick sounds great! Toss my bike back together, almost ride off without my hydration thing and get back on the trail 15020 minutes down. I ride angry. I pass probably 20 riders, on a mission, head down and pissed. Focused and charging I go through the 3rd and 4th special tests feeling fast. At the end of the 4th special there is some chick standing there in a wife beater handing me a beer? "Want some?" Hells yes I say as I am still pissed. Chug the beer in like 4 seconds, hand it back, yell thanks I needed that and took off down the transfer road. As I roll into check 2 I see Jake leaving so I know I have got almost all my 15-20 minutes back. This is a gas check and I know I am late. Yell "how far to next gas?" Someone says about 35 miles and big loop over a tall mountain. Fark, look down and say F-it I'm going. Roll through the check 1 minute late and gain 60 route points and again on a mission. freaked out about gas and wishing I have filled all the way up on first gas I still ride hard figuring this is going to end one of two ways. Sure enough take us up over the tallest mountain we do all weekend and and passing a lot of people. Do another special test and roll into gas 3 look down at my tank and WTF? I still have over a gallon in there. Freaking Lectron is amazing. With the stock carb I would have been out of gas long ago. It had to be 60 plus miles between those gas stop (1 and 3). Impressive. And I am like 14 minutes early for my minute. Gas up look for Jake and he is like "Kelly! i thought you were done" He was pretty surprised to see me. Was great seeing his happy face and getting back on time and finally getting a short break in a long frustrating day. Made it tot he end and felt good. Went and looked at the results, saw my 2nd place finish and was pretty happy after the day I had.
Sunday I felt GREAT. Bike was working great as it did all weekend. Jake and I railed past a bunch of guy to get to first check (35 miles in) 22 minutes early! Took a nice break, have some good conversation, saw Tugsy there, all good. Roll out and there is a special right away. I take off all cocky and go to jump a log, get sideways and fly off the trail at speed and have a big get off. I'm fine, see Jake rip by looking down at my int he gully like WTF? remount and manage to rip up a big bank and back on the trail right in front of another guy I had been passing all day long. Sutre he was not pleased with my maneuver but hey, I;m having a great weekend need to keep on time. Me and another dude on a Husky 125 that is fast dice it up some after i catch him but he is faster than me and I let him by after he let me by a mile earlier and he looses me. I am going along pretty good but rear brake feels really odd. Few corners later brake is gone. I had jammed the rear master when I crashed. crap. Try to fit it but thats not going to happen. Limp to the next check with no rear break on very steep terrain and my day is done. I;m made I did not get to do the hole 240 miles but hey, i am not broken, I ride 12 miles out for almost 70 for the day and I'm done. Load up my stuff and am out of there by 2:30. Stop by to see my moms grave site in a semi nearby town to my route home, take a nice meandering drive through some of the most beautiful country i have ever seen and make it home about 12:30 am, long freaking day but feeling good.
. Now you don't even have to go lol
