hi-dez husky hijinx
what would turkey-day be w/o a husky in the dez? back in the day? fast guys had'm. now? fast guys still do. slow guys w/ big bucks ride sumpin else.
got an invite to camp out with my long time best bud and the prospecter's mc. this is mr. burson's neighborhood right down the street from ridgcrest. the weather was freezing, in the 20's at night but the days were calm and roost-perfect. "tank" got some sniffs and sneers from the "other brands" as it's stock, no fancy this or that and it aint got 10k invested in it...but it does have a DOT tire on the front and a bald mx hide on the back.
tank was ready, so was i, my buddy tips his visor and it's on. btw, he's a former #1 BITD open expert and N1 125 plate holder for eons on his KX500 so i got my work cut out for me as i'm by far 8-10 years his senior. we're charging hard and he's the only one not in my way. the only place i had a disadvantage was in the transport sections between the tighter stuff as i just simply ran out of gear...but otherwise the shiver/ohlins suspension went from rocks to chop to giant crusher g-outs and truck-whoops w/o a snivel and it let me realx and just screw on that sweet middle-upper middle grunt. it was a great mix of tight and open, bush-surfing, goat-trails, scary canyon up-n-downs (do NOT go off here

) and all that. peeps slow down for stuff, the TC 250speeds up and slams it w/o bottming, swapping or clanking. what an insane combo of plush and progressiveness. the bike just goes straight through the worst crap w/o any drama or headshake and makes my job a breeze.
my buddy knows these places intimately so all i gotta do is stay glued to his fender and eat roost for two hours and try not to mow anyone over that gets in the way i dont see as we blow by while they're swapping, paddling, endoing etc. it's totally on like donkey kong.
bout 90 mins in my lame shoulder begins to seperate a little but i aint letting up. i squeeze with my knees and gut it out till we get back two hours later to an awesome feast put on by the prospector's mc. you have NEVER seen so much food. tables lined up for miles with every t-day careation imaginable. i stuffed my dust caked face, that more resembled a weathered catchers mitt, then hit the tent for some therapy.
the sniffers and sneerer's? had something else to day about the lil hoosk and the ancient maniac behind the bar riding like charlie manson with a torn 25 y/o yoko jersey flapping in the breeze.
epic.
happy turkey day guys and gals- special thanks to prospectors for letting me in on their gig. these guys are truly great hosts and it's not the first time i've eaten at their table.
1- base camp: last of the tent campers...... in 20 degree weather.

2- too much grub...unreal.
3- the gang happliy feasting and enjoying an american tradition.
4- tank at rest
5- too true. a desert icon.