| | | | Darren, Paul and I head out for a 2 day ride in the SB Forest. | |
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| | | See what Darren saw and I mean? | |
| | | No looking at the camera Paul (Amateur). | |
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| | Paul broke a clutch cable. Darren was there to save the day. | |
| | | Dinner out and about (Idyllwild). | |
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| | The great views included snowy peaks. | |
| | | Paul as he enters a stream. | |
| | | Me as I exit a RIVER. The splash was yet to come. | |
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| | My 1st solo ride was after a little rain. Had to watch for slides and puddles. | |
| | | I crossed this river about a dozen times. I was soaked. | |
| | | My damn mirrors again. Pretty though. | |
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| | Lots of trees on this trail. | |
| | | End of the line is Holy Jim trail. No motorcycles. Fascists. | |
| | | Jimmy Lewis Racing School in Primm NV. Luch break. | |
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| | Jimmy did this to all of us. He let go of me (of course he didn't tell me). | |
| | | Day one evening ride. Ahh the sunset. | |
| | | Day 2 was a 162 mile marathon (for me). 1st break was lunch at mile 60. | |
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| | We stopped to play at the Dumont, CA dunes. That's Jimmy climbing on his GS1100. | |
| | | I made up too. A view from above. | |
| | | Just to prove it was me on the trip here is my bike in "The Middle of nowhere". | |
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| | My new camera mount lets me take photos on the go! We enter the National Forest. | |
| | | That's me under all that dirt and gear. | |
| | | Discussing the damage - Darren had his 1st tip over today :( | |
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| | He bounced right back. Hope your leg is OK. | |
| | | Some moron tried to navigate Main Divide Rd in a car. We had to find a new exit. | |
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| | I was slow as usual so Darren was nice to wait. | |
| | | Minus one amigo. Kent was sick today. Don't go east if you want to stay healthy. | |
| | Mirror Mirror...
Looks like fun-> it was! | |
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| | Lots to see... Islands in the distance and lake nearby. | |
| | | I fly over this bad boy about once a month. Finally got a pic. | |
| | | In the middle of nowhere we find... a helipad! Darren fixes his new GPS. | |
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| | Start of the late January ride. My mirrors are famous. | |
| | | Some of the best views yet! | |
| | | A million miles from anywhere and we see a street sign. God bless America. | |
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| | | | We're never short of views in SoCal. | |
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| | Three Bikes. The start of the winter ride. | |
| | | I just got back from NJ and the Xmas snow, you wuuda thunk I had enough. | |
| | | Street Luge practice hill from a new perspective. | |
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| | | I told you my mirrors were famous. The views are always spectacular. | |
| | | I'm tired after 11 hours of riding, how about you guys? | |
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| | We start with a hearty breakfast. | |
| | | At a ridge of the Saddleback mountain range behind my home. | |
| | | The towers on top of Santiago peak and the trail we take. | |
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| | | Kent in action as we leave a section of National Forest behind. | |
| | | Kent is our official photographer (I just play). | |
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| | Darren takes a shot of me as we play in the OHV park at Willdomar. | |
| | | | Another fine day in southern California. | |
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| | Kent and Darren on our quest to get into the Clevland National Forest. | |
| | | Kent, my bike and Darren (L-R) in Lake Elsinor, CA. | |
| | | My bike with my home in the distance. From about 5,000 feet up. | |
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| | Me, Darren & Kent at 5700 feet plus - looking west to the ocean. | |
| | | Kent, my bike and Darren returning home after 95+ miles on dirt trails. | |
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