We’re loaded up and headed to Creede, southwest of us and in the vicinity of Durango
We rented a 2 bedroom adobe for 4 days in the heart of Creede
We’re doing the Historic Bachelors Loop, one of the
highest density’s of ghost towns and abandoned mines in such a concentrated area in the state. Plenty of other trails we plan to run as well
Also a food festival or something going on there this weekend. Not happy about that but we’ll make the best of it
I’ll be in charge of our American Legion Color Guard in the local Memorial Day parade again this year and attending those activities. Otherwise it’s gonna be explaining to the youngins why this weekend in particular is special and takin them out to learn to shoot a few new guns.
One thing about living in Mohave county is BLM is 1 block away. When I first retired here at age 47 I took my quad out (LTZ400) or Honda 450X out every weekday morning. Now Im 66 and have enough memories, bumps, and old injuries to just cruise now. Memorial Day weekend here is so packed with bikers, boaters, and casino goers, thats its best stay home.
Company golf outing tomorrow (always a good time) then the Mrs. has us attending -of all things- the wedding of one of her younger coworkers. I thought to myself we haven’t been to a wedding in years. We’ve reached the age where there’s far more funerals than wedding invites. Case in point, I attended services for a coworker of my own yesterday. Such is life: bittersweet.
Ha, I had the exact same quad! What a sweet ride. Sold it just a few years back as I too got old and banged up along life’s fine journey.
Selling my Honda 450X hurt as it IMO was and stillis the best dirt bike ever made, and rightl sold in a day. The Suzuki LTZ400 an excellent quad for so many reasons. But these days people would rther buy a 1500Lb four seather that can pinch off an arm or leg if you crash and lands on you, where as a 300Lb quad just a few bruises. Of cource my LTZ still looks, stats, and runs like new. But today I have street tires on it and use it fir fun runs to 7/11, and of course with a rifle mount for short BLM runs to the local free shooting areas.
Everything had two wheels as far as dirt bikes were concerned when I rode back in the mid to late 1970’s. Had a Kawasaki 175 Enduro, and a Yamaha YZ 125. Have rode 250 and 400 cc two stroke motocross bikes as well. Rode on AMA tracks, but never raced in sanctioned events. Raced for fun and the thrill. There were drop off/ gulleys and jumped off into them from 35 feet above. If you land long and hit the bottom on the flat, you just rolled on the throttle and hung on. You’d fly up and out the other side and cruise about 12 to 15’ above the ground for a good 60’ feet. We were too young to know better and too stupid to fear death .
Agreed, same here with my 1969 175 Yamaha enduro, and later my modified 1972 185 Suzuki Sierra, and 2004 Suzuki 400. Those were great bike. But at then 47 when I bought the 2006 Honda 450X, same bike that won the Baja 6 years in a row for then 8K, I could hardly believe it. It was the first dirt bike I owned that made me a better rider then when I was 16. It relly pushed any rider way beyong their skill level. You’d have to experience it to believe it, “magical”. But it only loved off road and hated pavement. It was not a duel sport maching. Ah memories now as I dont need a spiral fracture and cadaver bone implants like many that continued past retirement age.
True, but easier said then flung. Ive been run over by my own bike on hill climbs and by my quad rolling over from soft shoulders on trails. Each time 350Lb brused or battered at worst. But in a 1200 to 1800Lbs machine, unless your belted in head, shoulders, and hands tied to the steering wheel, eventually it will cost you an arm or a leg literally. Just saying, have fun, hide the beer lol
I think the lawyers would have solved that.
Myself? Missed a double and hooked the back tire on a Honda SL70 @ around 11 yo. Helmet first into the ground, bike still between my legs. Having an Uncle that’s a paraplegic from a car accident in a Super Bee, moved my hands and feet when I came to, twisted the handle bars back to the wheel and rode it home . C’est la vie.