Some new way to keep from falling over in a left hand turn, we'll have to email him and see how it works........
This is the line up at the lunch spot out front. It was real cool seeing all them huskys lined up. On the road down to Bay of LA I did a couple of run up and photo shot on a couple of riders. Took a couple of front and rear shots at speed on the high way also. Did a little goofing around. This one is special. F2G's does this look familiar? Just not you, it's me. LOL A little road side rest and repair. I was just hanging out and John came up at this location and had lost a clutch perch bolt. I carry all sorts of stuff. Can you believe how close you can get to the Elk up in Eureka? I know, wrong thread But I thought I would share it anyway.
Oh yah I forgot, what was the name of that web the guy was interviewing you about Woods, Spelling, Excited, BajaChick? It has slipped my mind.
Great pic's, just a little jelous....All those Husky's in one place is super cool, who's the fellow on the 2008 Husaberg ? Nice bike ( I may be biased as I have one myself )
I hope I do not miss the next trip! It looks like you all had a good trip. It was also good to see that you let a few odd bike along also. I dont want to go and leave my boys behind Thanks for all the pics it will prime me to make it next time
Hey now!!! Thats me with the kickstand down.. geez do I look like a squid or what. you'd never know I've been ridin since I was 5yo... But.. I SWEAR it was up when I started.. it must be cause how hard I jump that big ole 610 glad I could offer some comic relief though.. I'm a team player
Can't remember his name. He came with Connecticut but lives in Costa Mesa, looks and acts like my nephew. Real cool kid, and that bike is sweet for sure. Please, someone remind me, I am crappy with names. CURTIS now I bemember.
LOL.. Thats me.. Roger.. and I AM from CT.. actually on the way outside from my friend Curtis' house in Costa Mesa to load her (610) on the trailer for the 3,000 mile ride home to CT. RIGHT NOW. Just to clarify.. Curtis = husaberg from Costa Mesa Roger = 08 610 with George's goodies from and Ct.. I'll check back in a few minutes when the bike is loaded and just before I'm ready to pull outa Curtis' house enroute back to Ct. to see who else gets a chuckle from my fall over stand idea. BTW.. superfunny.. they day George did my 1st service for me on the 610 back in October, he took of the auto retract feature, which I asked him to do. he said, "anyone dumb enough to ride off with a stand down deserves to go down and bust their ass".. I agreed..
I wanted to thank Dean first and foremost for providing this great Husky community in order to be able to post up and launch such a great BAJA riding opportunity. Plus he let Greg and I stay the night at his place and he also rode Jim's (half-ass) bike the rest of the way when the pain became unbearable. Jim's ass was so swollen you could almost hear his wife singing that song in the background..."I like big butts and I cannot lie." Also, a big thanks to George & Mike for setting up this unbelievable Baja experience! It was humbling to meet George and I was in total awe of the man. Mike went out of his way to ride sweep when he needed to, provided his truck as a chase vehicle, put some of us up in luxurious bachelor pad in San Clemente with an unbelievable view of the ocean, provided 2-up services whenever needed, pre-run some stuff to make sure it was the right trail and just an overall great guy to have a beer with! And last but not least, I wanted to thank Blake, Blake's father and his buddy Dave for providing another chase truck with everything that goes into that. You should have seen their friggin' checklist...crazy.
No...Greg and I didn't travel as far as Armin & Jaime and not even close to Roger from Connecticut, but we did put in our share of miles to make it to Baja. It was over 1800 miles each way. I left Seattle around 11:30 PM and Greg and I from his place in Steilacoom around 12:30AM +/-. The exact times and days from here on out start to get blurred. Thanks to Greg...I did a lot of sleeping. So we arrived at Dean's place late morning/early afternoon and met up with Coffee, Mike Kay, Tammy & Eric for a bite to eat before heading down to San Clemente. The first part of this trip started off really weird for me as I went to sleep in the back of Mike's truck next to his sexy Italian beast. When I first jumped in the back and they locked me in, it was still light out. Next thing I know, a bump in the road or something wakes me up and I start to panic because it's pitch dark, I'm claustrophobic, I'm in a sleepy daze and I don't know where I'm at. Anyway, I had to call Mike on the cell to stop the truck and let me out, which he did to almost a skidding stop! Great...now I'm friggin' wuss. Greg - loading up. We stopped by Motosportz for midnight transaction! Locked and loaded. Our Baja chariot. Pilot. Co-Pilot. Mt. Shasta area. Loading up the chase truck at Dean's place. How can you not like In and Out?
Everything immediately got better from there. We arrived at Mike's brother's place in San Clemente, which we were all in awe of. Now I know how the rich and wealthy live. The master bathroom was bigger than my last apartment...almost! Just so you don't feel bad, my wife and I just moved out of that little apartment and bought a decent sized townhouse in West Seattle. I guess the bearing business is alive and well. Anyway, it was nice to bond with everyone over some beer and wine before going to bed. I got up around 6:30 - 7AM to the two reasons I would ever consider living in California...the weather/sun and beach! Mike had to attend to some legal things while we walked down to the local coffee spot enjoying the beautiful neighborhood. When we got back, I got to see and mildly help out with valve adjustments on Mike's TE 610. It wasn't as easy as everyone makes it out to be. After that, it was off to pick up Brett, who dead asleep in a parking lot when we drove up and onto Mexico. The bachelor pad from hell! The view from heaven! A quick valve adjustment...yeah right. Mike's Baja weapon of choice. One cool chick! Check out Brett...he's dead asleep when we came to pick him up.
The scene, as we arrived at El Cortez Hotel, was buzzing with Husky energy everywhere. It was dark, say around 8PM, and the first person I see is George, who is wearing a blue wool Husqvarna beanie with the little ball on top...classic! It starts to become overwhelming as a bunch of people start coming over to say 'Hi" and I don't know who's who or what's what. We finally get our room and dinner is served. Wow...there were Husky riders all over the place from all over the place...it was great getting to meet everyone and to hear their stories. The food was excellent, but who could notice with all the great conversation going on! This could have gone on all night, but a looming 200 mile ride sent us to bed after a few beers, a good meal and even better conversation. Hotel Cortez The man, the myth, the legend...Jorge! Our room...Mike Kay can't sleep in beds! Dinner is served.
Armin and Jaime Matt Gary Bob Bryan Jules and friend (I can't remember his name) Fellow Husky rider - I forgot his name too. Dave and Blake Jim Blake's father Brett Gary Cleat Roger Curtis JimO Nick Eric Tammy Mike Kay
I awoke to a gorgeous sunrise and breakfast began where dinner left off. This was the first time we all had a chance to see everyone geared up with their Husky's...what a sight to behold! I was starting to get a little nervous as I had never ridden in this kind of terrain...ever. First things first...we headed over to top off at a gas station before getting right to it. The first thing I noticed was how unstable my front end felt through the sand and how many whoops there were. It was some serious fun when you got into a rhythm, but I was breaking a sweat already. I thought if it's going to be like this for 200 miles, I might not make it. The next section was really deep sand, but was very flowing and I was starting to get an idea of how to ride it...keep on the gas (don't let off), keep your weight back, light grip and let the front end dance around without worrying about it. Our first riding casualty was Roger as he crashed into the back of Jim, but no harm no foul as no one was hurt...just ripped off all his blinkers. Our second riding casualty was Cleat who had a great time in the sand box. A big thanks to Mike for riding 2-Up! Everyone getting ready for the first part of the ride! Greg was trying to put a mexican hex on me!?!?
