dirt dame

I see that there is a new member added to the roster about every day, but I don't see our newbies introducing themselves. C'mon guys (and gals-I noticed that there seem to be a handful of other "wimmin' maybe following in my and Pirate Monkeys footsteps, as noted in "validating" anyway....probably just spamettes) Don't be shy, introduce yourselves and join us in the forums and rides. :dance:

I like a small sticker and maybe I am a bit fussy, but I prefer die-cuts, but I suppose those may be a bit pricey or too impractical for the design, since I have not seen it, but die-cuts look great on everything, like bikes and helmets. Just a thought. The dealer where I bought my Husky had some really terrific looking stickers made for them. You may have seen the little Moto Forza stickers on the front and back of my Husky and they are sharp. Maybe we should find out who made them

Hi Mimi Hi Digdug Thanks for saying Hi, but yer not a newbie and by that token, thanks for great rides and plenty of postings

Sounds good to me. I reckon I might fancy a ride like that :clapping:

Hey, just get yourself a grey outfit and then you'll be ready to ride anything You can get closeout stuff cheap from Rocky Mountain MC. Pants for 43 bucks, jersey 15 and gloves 12. Quality and looks good, sizing and fit run true, vented, just in time for summer. I am thinkin' of some red duds myself, to go with my Husky and my new helmet....but I'm a girl so I have a whole rack of riding outfits anyway 'cause I just love buying clothes :clapping:

I googled the area too. Couldn't find anything on the north side of the freeway, but on the south side it looks like there is a really nutty route that after twisting and turning in all directions and almost going into Mexico will dump out on a road just south of I 8 and Ocotillo. Looks like you get lost easy if you didn't get the whole thing mapped out thoroughly. Very interesting looking. Wonder if there are gates. Wonder if it is the same stuff as Carguy knows about.

I talked with somebody who actually rode from Jacumba to the desert floor. I wasn't thinking about doing the ride, or anybody else doing it at the time, or I would have paid more attention to his story and asked questions. It was just some guy I met on the trail and not a member of the club. He and a few friends rode down this old stagecoach road in a canyon. It was a difficult trail, about six to eight feet wide, on the edge of a steep cliff, lots of rocks and sloping away towards the canyon. So there is a way, at least according to one person. I wish I knew who he was so I could contact him. Maybe I'll go out there and snoop around myself, if I get some vacation time.

boohoo. :cray: Now I will have to wait for more "Husky" folks to join me in the club. Have fun on your new scoot :clapping: See you out on it soon.

just to be safe, and on Carguys behalf, I think we better make all babies and small children check their weapons at the front door

Well then, you'll just skid up your riding bloomers. That reminds me....anybody need to bring buns for the barbeque? That's just a sample of the good natured silliness that will be going on at the barbeque. Everybody, come on down and join us

Back inthe 80s I worked in aservice department of a mc shop and some guy came in and inquired if his roadracing bike was ready. We told him that not all the parts were in but the machine should be done by Monday afternoon. He then exclaimed "What'll I do without my mo-mo over the weekend?" We all chuckled over that, and I like to use the term from time to time. And so it is indeed a "mo-mo" that I shall tote to the upcoming barbeque. Don't get anybody started about skidroads OR skidmarks

Whoops! maybe I got Harry Stanton and Richard Anderson mixed up. I think it was the "Dean" thing. If you put a paper bag over their names thay all look the same I must be woozy from not getting to ride my motorcycle over the weekend

I have been so busy lately that I can't get anything done. What i mean is that I can't get anything I want to do done. Take this morning for instance. I was so busy taking a nap, that I missed out on going for a morning ride. So, finally I got the Husky loaded up on the Jeep around 1:30 and off I went, before I wasted the rest of a perfectly good day. Heading south on the 15, traffic was poking along so it took a while to get to my offramp where I cut through Poway. As I slowed down for a red light I heard that noise that nobody wants to hear (no, not that one, it's the other one). It's sort of a soft grinding sound as you roll to a stop. I pulled over as soon as I could and looked at the left front rotor. Sure enough, the last of pad material had given way in one spot and I now had a quarter inch drag band around the outer most surface of the disk. Well, I had nobody to blame but myself. I had known for some time that the pads were getting thin and I kept putting off replacing them. "I'll do it next week" I kept saying and then I'd go riding or napping.... This is contrary behavior to what I do with motorcycles. With a motorcycle, I stay on top of all maintanence like my life depended on it (and, well-it does ) but I am I typical bonehead when it comes to anything with four wheels. I'll drive a car until the engine falls out before I do anything to it, except for changing oil. That's one thing I am good at doing on time. That and tires. So here I am in Poway and I don't want to scrape the rotor any more, so I am slowly, yet frantically looking for some shop that will do a brake job on a Saturday afternoon. After a couple of stops, I determined that this wasn't going to happen. One guy at the last place told me that he could fit me in in the morning and that I needed a new rotor. "Want me to write you down for 9 o clock?"he asked. "No" I answered. "Where is the nearest place that sells brake pads?" Disappointed, the man directed me up the block, across the street to a Kragens. I walked out of Kragens with a set of brake pads in hand and not much else. I had at the car, a set of factory issued Jeep tire changing tools and a motorcycle tool kit. With this stuff, I managed to install one set of pads to the offending rotor in about an hour, limp home to Escondido, where air tools, service jack and stands plus a nice rollaround awaited me so that I could install pads on the side that wasn't completely shot in less than 20 minutes. So learned my lessons. One was that you need to stay up on your car maintainance or you'll screw up your ride, and two was that with a bare minimum of motorcycle trail tools and some ingenuity, you can change car brakes, although I don't reccomend it. But that's just part of the adventure of being a true adventure rider

Hmmm, I must have hit my HAND so hard, that you thought it was my head. When my hand hit the rail, it knocked the camera out of my hand. That's a nice striper...nother secret spot?

Hooray I'll be sure to bring a mo-mo

"Dirt MacGyver" doesn't sound as catchy as dirt dame, and I ditched the mini-mullet too. But if I had to be a guy, I might as well be Richard (why did I think his name was Harry, that's not even sexy) Dean Anderson rich and good looking

I'm still wondering that myself. I inquired in an earlier post. Stlill don't know if I should just drive the little dirtball car down or drag a scoot with

Well, one thing I learned over the years of taking care of motorcycles(and I used to be in the business) is how to make one type of tool out of other types of tools. While I was knelt down on the hot pavement fixing brakes on my Jeep, I figured out how to make a tool to spread the new pads apart and push the piston back out of two tire irons, a ratchet and two vise grips. It may sound silly, but it was very efficient.

It's a national forest parking permit called an adventure pass. You need it to park anywhere in a national forest, at least around these parts. You'd need one to park anywhere along a road or off the road for that matter.

I love those. I don't get out to catch em very often, but when I do I usually do pretty well. Biggest Calico I ever caught (or plaid bass as I like to refer to them ) was just over 6 pounds. Caught him on a live 'diney. I forgot how sharp their teeth are, especially when they are that big, so when I made the mistake of grabbing 'im by the mouth, he chewed my fingers up like an industrial food processer with fins. My friend took a picture of me with the prize, but later in the day I managed to slip on a slimey deck and fling my camera into the ocean as I fell and my hand hit the railing If we are playing name that fish, I'll name your two Fred and Wilma

I read an article in the paper this morning about a young navy man who died in a motorcycle accident on Otay Lakes road. He was wearing a helmet, but died of major head injuries. I would never ride without a helmet, as I have landed on them more than a few times and land on one so as to damage it in such a way that the damage was immediately highly visable. (not scrapes, but huge fracture lines) I generally don't wear much other protective gear-leathers with internal armor on the road or kneeguards and a kidney belt along with the usual offroad outfit for the dirt. I will wear body protector and elbow guards if I am riding in a competition or a very large group event. I have broken my right arm, my right femur, my right hip, torn my right rotator cuff, torn my right thumb out of the socket and poked a hole in my right knee cap. What I need to do is quit falling down on my right side, although I have not been seriously injured since 1988. And when I tore my rotator cuff, I didn't even fall off of my bike; I was riding a section in an observed trials event and got off balance while unexpectedly negotiating a floating turn on a boulder and it pulled my arm right out and tore that rotator. I feel like the article posted above was written by my old orthopedic surgeon who wished I would quit ridng after the head-on that broke my femer and hip in 1975. He advised my to NEVER ride again. The point I am trying to make is that I just want to be careful and alert, enjoy my sport and not think about all that horrible stuff. I went through some and was pinned up in traction and then in a cast which took close to a year out of my life. I am lucky that I am in as good a shape as I am in today. Stuff can happen anywhere, any time beyond our control. One of my teen times riding pals whole family died when their small plane crashed into Volcan mountain back in the 70s. He wasn't with them, but he lost everybody and never really recovered. Ride safe, be alert and above all, enjoy-because you never know WHAT will take the joy of motorcycling away from you.

Oh the memories! thanks guys! I just remembered why I love my LC4. Hope you have some fun with the Rokon. I used to have such fond memories of my first Elsinore CR 125. I had one and so did my boyfriend at the time. We used to race at Four Corners, Dehesa, Saddleback, Indian Dunes, Escape Country as well as Carlsbad on our little flimsey green and silver grenades. Once I was fondly recalling a time or two about the Elsie, when a friend of mine said he had one leaning up against his garage wall. It'd been there for 13 years and was in none too good a shape, so he offered it up to me for free. I couldn't say no and soon had it apart in my garage. Once it was restored good enough for practical use, I fired the little sucker up and took it for a spin in the field next to my house. I put it up for sale the next day. So much for fond memories! The bike was alot nicer as I remembered it than it actually was in the moment of rediscovery. A vintage racer came out and paid me 350 smackers for it and I happily went on my way riding modern bikes, which at the time was mid 80s, not so far off from what we are riding today. I still have an 86 model trailbike that sees some dirt from time to time

I have always added grease to new bearings, packed 'em full. Make sure it's a nice high temp grease so it won't soften up and ooze out. I have noticed that some manufacturers don't grease alot of the bearings on their motorcycles very well right off the assembly line, so after one or two rides on a new machine, I will often take the chassis apart and inspect the steering stem bearings and all the rear linkage bearings. When I lived in the Pacific Northwest where there is alot more mud and water, I repacked my wheel bearings as well, if I could get the seals off of them without removing the bearing from the wheel. On more occasions than not, new motorcycles need to be repacked before you get into any really dirty or wet adventures, or very soon you will be forking over some dough to replace bearings that otherwise would take years to wear out. I had a new Honda years ago, and in 3 months, my steering head bearings were shot, just burned up, dry, rusted and black. If I had greased 'em up right away, nothing would have happened. So for most bearings, I say the more the merrier as far as grease goes.

Next week on Kawees Cuts, the chef will demonstrate how to fricassee a ferret while out in the backcountry using nothing but a camelback, some tin foil and the exhaust pipe of a trail bike. I always knew squirrels liked nuts, but I didn't know they liked them so much that they carried them around in a little bag with them. Wow, ya learn somethin new every day!

I think you could use ground squirrels in any recipe that called for ground round