ATV Revelry

in life •  5 months ago

Dirt Bike Digesting, Four Wheeler Follies, Three Wheeler Tales, And A Few Random Musings


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First of all, Happy Mother's Day to all you moms out there! Not a day goes by that I don't have a moment of gratitude pop up in my form for my mom, she is super appreciated, as are you all!:o)!


Now, on to some super important ramblings. Here lately I have been surrounded by all things dirtbike. My son has a 150 bike of some manifestation, and he and the neighbor heathen have been wheeling around like a bunch of cross country terrors. Many a time will I be strolling leisurely from the garden to the house and have my promenade punctuated with a soundtrack of small cc engine revving. Lovely I tell ya.

This small recreational vehicle revelry got me to reminiscing about my own experiences with off road vehicles, and some of the things that I have learned as a result of my experiences with them. As Mother's Day celebrates those who spend their whole lives giving, I thought it only prudent and kind to share some of my insights with you all.

Growing up there was always a four-wheeler around. Not that we were rich enough to own one, but I did have a pretty wealthy uncle who gave us a Honda 90 and 350 to use one summer. My brother and I rejoiced that we didn't have to use the wheelbarrow to pack the firewood from the shed to the house anymore, and quickly became experts at towing our little red wagon full of cord wood to the front porch. By experts I mean that I drove the rig like an old lady going to get her hair set and my brother delivered the wood with enough flourish to eventually rip the tongue off of our wagon. We mourned its loss.

Later, in the logging camp there was a surplus of three-wheelers. Strangely enough, not one of them had any brakes. Our thoughts were who needs to stop anyways, you can slow down perfectly fine by down shifting, and trees make excellent stopping devices. I mean, it's because of brakeless three wheelers that I know how to set bones, well fingers at least. One day we were all tooling down the road between camp and the job site. In Icy Bay they put massive crowns on the roads due to the slightly more than subtropical amounts of rain that we received all of the time. That said, if you did not ride right in the middle of the road on top of the crown you would drift right into the ditch. It's really, really hard to realign a three-wheeler at fifty-five miles per hour on a road that has a pretty steep grade on each side of a crown. I would know, as I lost control of my beast at around fourteen mile and flipped it into some alder saplings. They cushioned my fall just fine, however, the handlebar chose to land right on my extended middle finger. It fractured right nicely, and as I didn't want to alarm my mom, nor have them have to charter a flight to Yakutat to set my finger, found myself popping it back into place and splinting it with popsicle sticks and tape. If I am honest, the procedure didn't feel all that great, but hey, my finger works as it should, so mission accomplished.

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My next insight has more to do with the reason as to why I am never, ever, a passenger on any form of ATV. For some reason people like to get me thrown off of recreational vehicles. One time all of us camp kids went for a beach ride with a few adults. My friend C had just gotten a new Honda four wheeler, and she wanted me to ride along with her on its inaugural beach adventure. I was totally game for the cruise, as I just loved rodding around on our over thirty mile stretch of grey sand, driftwood and creek bank full of obstacles, Alaskan beach. Nothing is better than flying down a stretch of sand, waving at a couple of grizzlies and seals as they stare at your wake.

We had stopped at this really excellent ATV playground of jumps made by the last storm we had received. For some reason C thought we could jump a creek bank that was 48 inches of straight up and down wave cut sand. As she smashed the throttle and proceeded towards the bank, all I remember was shouting:

"C! ABORT! The physics don't compute!!"

Shortly later I was flying through the air, and to this day have a scar with the imprint of the on/off switch right above my right knee. Thankfully I learned to roll rather acrobatically as a youngin and rolled right to my feet. C probably got it worse, my knee was numb and bleeding, but she got the full brunt of the handlebars in the hips as they stopped her momentum most painfully.

However, it took one more incident for me to learn to stop being a passenger for good. A few years later we had moved back to Washington, and where we lived was peppered with unused logging roads. It's quite fun to run up and down a mountainside logging road on an ATV, for there is no traffic to worry about, and you can practice drifting around corners like a rock star. I was riding on the back of my soon to be husband's son's four wheeler. The driver was one of my husband's foster kids, and going up the hill was great fun, we climbed a few thousand feet over the course of a few miles, and things were good. Then the descent happened.

Anyone who travels gravel roads understand the horridness that is washboards. The little ripples in the road will take away any semblance of control that you think you have, and braking on them is about as useful as a screen door on a submarine. Well, J took a corner too fast as we were coming down the hill, and the next thing I knew was that I was sailing through the air again. This time the alder trees were not so generous. As I landed a sheared off alder tree stabbed me like a punji stick right in the hip. Lets say that I was not amused when I hopped up and proceeded to jerk J, who was a good foot taller than me off of the four wheeler. For a moment I thought about making him walk home, but instead allowed him to hop on the back and I guided us the rest of the way home. Bandages were needed and applied.

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Over the last ten to fifteen years or so, I really haven't ridden any form of ATV much. In our rural town UTV's are a big deal. They are the dune buggy looking ATV's that cost more than a late model compact car. I often find myself doing a bit of mental math if I run to our grocery store/gas station on a Saturday, for all of the payment people are out doing their thing. By the time you factor in a seventy thousand dollar pickup, a fifteen thousand dollar UTV, a ten thousand dollar bike, a fifty thousand dollar boat, and let's not forget the snowmobiles and various trailers one needs to be an outdoorsman these days, well the payments must be more to wade through than a interest sucking leech minefield!

Interestingly enough, I really could use a four-wheeler or UTV on the farm, and have been thinking about purchasing one, but you can bet your knobby tires that I will be driving the thing instead of riding along on or in it. I don't think my knees could bear another ejection...

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And on that acrobatic note, I shall leave you all, as I am going to spend my Mother's Day doing something that I love, transplanting tomato plants and playing some sort of violent yard game with my kiddos. I would be ecstatic to hear some of your ATV shenanigans if any of you have any stories!


And as always, all of the images in this post were taken on the author's nervous about a possible future motorized vehicle acquisition iPhone.


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Well I am hopefully soon out of the whole ATV business! Got Ben's Yamaha 125 left from his youth to get rid of. I have learned that water is seemingly softer than dirt or trees. But the begging for bigger, better, faster newer jetskis is the same!!

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Water sports are my favorite, much less painful when you wipeout! I love tubing in all its manifestations, especially on rapids and down waterslides. Tubing behind a boat is fun too, although I tend to get skipped like a rock on a pond for some reason. Probably because my friends think it is fun to see just how far they can launch Kat. Trajectory and physics lessons and stuff, lol! Ooh, I have never ridden on a jetski, but boy do I get the begging for the bigger, faster, more super model of stuff meme, LOL! Hang in there my friend!

Setting your own finger with a popsicle stick ... OMG ... you are hardcore:) If there is ever a zombie apocalypse, I heading to your house. Keep in mind, I study karate and so I will be able to help defend the homestead:):):)

This made me chuckle ..as useful as a screen door on a submarine

I don't have any non-roofed motorized stories. When I was a kid I got my foot stuck in the chain of the an old dirt bike and I they lost all attraction for me. But I am city girl ... maybe I could use a scooter:)

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Ahh, I am not that awesome, was just a bit feral as a kid and did NOT like to get into trouble, lol! But I love that I will have someone with karate skills on my side should the world go belly up:o)

My husband is always telling people the submarine line, I think it has become part of my lexicon.

Ugh, I got my foot stuck in a bike chain once mid jump, can't even imagine what an old dirt bike's chain would feel like, I'm with you on the scooter front, LOL!

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Id' bet money are your awesomeness. Ask your husband; he will back me up. It is is only foggy memory the bike thing but it instil a distaste for bikes of the motorized kind. But I am thinking it might be time for a scooter ... for reals. I can sweeten the zombie-apocalypse deal ... I just started kung fu too:)They gave me a sword ... lol:)

As usual, reading about your youthful adventures leaves me impressed that you are still alive. My childhood was SO tame in comparison!

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Um, I don't know, I mean you go on people hunting adventures in the middle of the night, so I totally know there has to be some childhood adventurous moments in your timeline somewhere! 😆

Good thing you were able to set your own finger, sometimes the message can be lost when you flip somebody the bird but it is pointing to the left.

I never had an ATV, so you are going to have to settle with an electric scooter story.

This happened roughly 25 years ago. My grandpa, not the Polish farmer but the sane one, had bad knees so he used to drive around those little electric scooters when he went to Walmart. He loved it so much he bought one of his own.

Next time I visited my grandparents, he was so proud of the scooter and told me take it out for a spin. They lived in a quiet little residential area, so I rode down the driveway and took off down the street. Naturally being a guy, I had to find out how fast it would go so I went full throttle. Now it was a little electric scooter, so I wasn't exactly tearing up the asphalt but it went a lot faster than I thought it would. Especially hauling around my big behind.

I rode up and down the street and headed back into the driveway at full speed. No brakes on this thing, you just let go of the throttle. I figured it would roll to a nice little stop. WRONG! That son of a @#$! stopped on a dime! Unfortunately (or fortunately if you were watching like my grandparents) I didn't. I started going right over the handle bars to the pavement. Luckily I caught myself before I did a face plant. All three of us laughed like hell. My grandparents were good like that, they weren't afraid to laugh at the grandkids no matter what perils they faced.

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Awe, Chops, I can always count on you to make me giggle profusely. 😆

It only seems logical to want to push anything motorized to its limits. I mean, my mom was laughing at me last night as I checked out the max rpms on my spice grinder, so I totally get the drag racing the grandparent's scooter thing, and I am happy that you didn't take flight over the handlebars. No one deserves cul-de-sac asphalt road rash, not even you. And as the proud owner of a pair of delight in damage grandparents, I feel your pain. In fact, this story has inspired yet another blog post. Thank you!

You've had the life, of the off-roading type. That's for sure. I'm just glad you've survived all your wild mayhem. Pretty amazing stories of crazy crashes. You must have been helmeted. Good thing. Otherwise we'd just be dreaming of b'kat stories on here. Thanks be for that.

Used to dirtbike all over middle Idaho when I was there. SO much fun. Had a Honda XR200. A bit too small for me, but could horse it around, over and under logs and other such places I probably shouldn't be horsing. So there's that...

Never had any horrendous crashes, but do remember bombing down the dirt back-roads with adult doghair lodgepole pine walls on each side, then looking down, and realizing going off the road 5 feet away at 55mph into the trees would probably not be a good thing, even WITH a fullface helmet on. But it never seemed to slow me down much. Oh, the joys of 'gonna live forever' youth.

The washboard downhill braking thing really brought back memories. Those brakes just don't work so good when the tires are bouncing off the road. There's a real tendency to 'go straight' when the road suggests more of a cornering sort of idea. Straight into the ditch. I bounced better then.
I did have a friend next to me almost get knocked off his XL185 when a Kestrel hit him in the chest flying along (us and the poor bird) on Highway 95 near White Bird. Yee haa. Ever been up and down the big hill there?
Well, I thought I would say hello, been off of here a lot lately. Hope all is well in your corner, and life is good. Seems to be what I read. Ta for now...THE h.s.

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Oh how have missed digital conversatin with you! I have many cordial things to say, but I just walked in the door from a very long work day and a subsequent round of horse training til dark and need a shower and a very long Kat nap! More words shall be typed on the morn! Nighty, night Skillet of Homeness!!

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I have missed our fun filled conversives as well. Life gets crankin, doesn't it?! I am off to the sack as well. Maybe we catch up tomorrow. Chillinitbigtime, H.S.

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Thanks Q1!

Motorcycle is very beautiful, I really like a motor like that, because I really like the roads to the mountains, and the bike is perfect for climbing the mountain. But I do not have a motorcycle yet, because in my place the price is so expensive, so I do not have enough money to buy it, someday I will definitely buy that motorcycle, if my money is enough. Thank you, and happy mother's day to you, mother is a very precious person in our life...

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Oh, motorcycles are so expensive, I hear ya! It took a while to save up to buy our son's bike, and I hope that you get your motorcycle soon so you can cruise around in the mountains:o) Thank you for the Mother's Day well wishes and I wish you and your family the same!

Setting your own finger! Geez!
Great post!
I hope you had a great Mother's Day!

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It felt great! LOL! I'm just happy that it's mostly straight all these years later 😉

My Mother's Day was excellent, I hope yours was as well!

Wow! Setting your own broken finger? Now that's impressive, but understandable. I would probably rather deal with that pain than the wrath of an annoyed mother! Lol!

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You get it! LOL! And honestly, I was just mostly immune to pain as a kid and had a huge be tough complex. I'm much more wimpy now;)!

You know those four wheeler are always pretty expensive you know, but like you said, you got a rich uncle and well I'm quite envious of that hahaha, I'm guessing you still miss those times?
Happy mother's day to you as well

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Everyone definitely could use a wealthy uncle, lol! Those days were fun, but I'm pretty fond of these days too! Thank you so much for the well wishes and I hope that you are having a lovely day!

I'm new to your blog........ i like your post......

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thank you for stopping by @mokles:o)

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Vaya amigo que genial que fantástica esta la motocicleta, mejor que la bicicleta de tu hijo Jajajaja Saludos :D

Both looked back then on the wild revelry...and they lamented that it had cost them so much of their lives to find the paradise of shared solitude.. @generikat

You've had the life, of the off-roading type. That's for sure. I'm just glad you've survived all your wild mayhem. Pretty amazing stories of crazy crashes. You must have been helmeted. Good thing. Otherwise we'd just be dreaming of b'kat stories on here. Thanks be.

Used to dirtbike all over middle Idaho when I was there. SO much fun. Had a Honda XR200. Too small, but could horse it around, under, over and through logs and other such places I probably shouldn't be. Never had any horrendous crashes, but do remember bombing down the dirt back-roads with adult doghair lodgepole walls on each side, then looking down, and realizing going off the road 5 feet away at 55mph into the trees would not be a good thing, even WITH a helmet on. But never seemed to slow down much. Oh, the joys of 'gonna live forever' youth. The washboard downhill braking thing really brought back memories. Those brakes just don't work so good when the tires are bouncing off the road. There's a real tendency to 'go straight' when the road suggests more of a cornering sort of idea.
Ended up in the ditch more times than I'd like to remember.

I did have a friend next to me almost get knocked off his XL185 when a Kestrel hit him in the chest flying along (us and the poor bird) on Highway 95 by White Bird. Yee haa.
Well, I've gone on longer here than an Alaskan beach ride, so will sign off. Ta for now. H.S.