Welp...the 125 pooped out on New Years day, and I finally got a hold of an ignition on Saturday, so I bolted it in place on the little WR on Sunday morning and took the bike out for a test ride.
Santa Ana winds blew fiercely out in the east county, and the temperature was quite warm, as it often is during this sort of weather event....but wind gusts can get quite strong. So you have to be careful, or get risk getting knocked down. Strongest gust was clocked at 89 mph. Pretty sure I experienced that one.
I was making the fire road loop at speed with the machine, and all was going splendidly. I decided to make a stop at a paved helicopter pad on the peak of one of the mountains. It would be a nice spot to get a panoramic view of the valley below, and grab a sip of water....or so I thought. I parked with my back to the wind and had sat on my bike with both feet firmly planted on the tarmac. I had my water bottle in one hand and had tipped it up for a swig. Just at that point a violent gust slammed into me from the side and I was on the blacktop before I could even react. Bruised the heel of my palm on my left hand. I picked the bike up and wisely rolled it down below the top of the peak. Phooey on this wind. I decided to duck into the first sheltered canyon that I knew had some single track and ride that stuff.
I could see that not many people had been riding those trails, and I hadn't even been on any of them in 5 years. They were all sort of faint, washed out and overgrown....but still comfortably familiar to me. I knew where I was going, through the tangled mazes...at least until the end, where the trail gave out. But I knew the main route was just yards away, so I parked the bike and scouted the path back to the beaten path.
The little bike, performed well, never missed a beat, and was my faithful friend in the tight, rocky stuff.
View: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mpsXumkOA1w
View: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jqcokD9adTY
Santa Ana winds blew fiercely out in the east county, and the temperature was quite warm, as it often is during this sort of weather event....but wind gusts can get quite strong. So you have to be careful, or get risk getting knocked down. Strongest gust was clocked at 89 mph. Pretty sure I experienced that one.
I was making the fire road loop at speed with the machine, and all was going splendidly. I decided to make a stop at a paved helicopter pad on the peak of one of the mountains. It would be a nice spot to get a panoramic view of the valley below, and grab a sip of water....or so I thought. I parked with my back to the wind and had sat on my bike with both feet firmly planted on the tarmac. I had my water bottle in one hand and had tipped it up for a swig. Just at that point a violent gust slammed into me from the side and I was on the blacktop before I could even react. Bruised the heel of my palm on my left hand. I picked the bike up and wisely rolled it down below the top of the peak. Phooey on this wind. I decided to duck into the first sheltered canyon that I knew had some single track and ride that stuff.
I could see that not many people had been riding those trails, and I hadn't even been on any of them in 5 years. They were all sort of faint, washed out and overgrown....but still comfortably familiar to me. I knew where I was going, through the tangled mazes...at least until the end, where the trail gave out. But I knew the main route was just yards away, so I parked the bike and scouted the path back to the beaten path.
The little bike, performed well, never missed a beat, and was my faithful friend in the tight, rocky stuff.
