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A Story of Bikes, Friends and the Great State of Idaho

Sunday, June 28, 2015

BLAKE'S MISTAKE

If you ride em, you wreck em.

I have said it for years.  (Lately I have been thinking, "If you ride em you fix em."  but that isn't the point of this story)


Well, Blake Rides em, but it is pretty rare that he wrecks em.  But rare doesn't mean never.  


Piston Head Probst, a grandson of a shepherd, has been riding since he was a wee lamb himself.  He has a helmet, but it is a bit foreign to him, so even when he does wear it, it may not be worn correctly.


Which is what brings our attention to the current post:

Blake's Mistake
**Not to be confused with "Jaillett's Regret"


  


An astute observer familiar with Sagehen Res. would recognize this corner as an entrance to one of the campgrounds.  It is the scene of the crime.  During the 2014 riding season, ha and his were returning from a ride with family and friends, our Hero, Piston Probst, was taking advantage of the gentle decline to coast his bike.  Being that close to camp, and surly being safe, he pushed his helmet up on to the very top of his head--you know, to be a bit cooler on a hot day.  He also spread his arms wide, showing his full wingspan to better enjoy the glide of the downhill coast.  Upon reaching the turn off, he found himself going a bit too fast to make the corner "No-handed" so he used the transmission to slow himself down, and kicked the bike into 1st gear, skidding the rear tire, and putting him to the asphalt, full wingspan and all.  Remember the part about the helmet?  It went bouncing down the road, farther than Piston Head did himself.  Unfortunately there are no pictures of the tumble, so we have done our best to recreate the incident.

CASH MONEY CAT'S VERSION

PEPPY PAYTON'S RENDITION

Payton really went the extra mile, and was willing to show how it ended:


After putting it off for as long as he could, Piston Head finally submitted to the pain in his foot and
went to see a Dr.  After she (which somehow makes it funnier) she, says, "I will have to put you in a walking boot for a few weeks."

Blake:  "I'm not wearing that, those are dumb."

Dr. Lady:  "Let me get this strait.  You were riding no handed, with your helmet on the very top of your head, and put it in gear, hurt your foot, didn't come in for weeks, and you don't want to wear the boot because it is dumb?  Is that what you are saying?"

Blake:      . . . um . . .

If you ride em, you wreck em.


Sunday, June 7, 2015

THE SAGEHEN CHICKS


Biker Chicks?  Sure, Every guy likes a girl that likes  a bike.  Well, here are a three of em.



     Cash Money Cat                          Peppy Payton

And Introducing:

Cobra     Kai 
of the Cobra Kai Dojo

I told her to "Sweep the Leg," but she just looked at me kind of blankly.  We headed up to Sagehen with the Gunner Jaillett's thinking of no better way to celebrate the last day of School!



Now, the astute blog reader should be saying, "Wait a minute, I thought Shawdowfax was in intensive care?"  and you would be correct.  (Been gathering parts with much eagerness and impatience--the thunder rolls next week.)  Gunner J could easily be nic-named "Trader J" and hooked me up with one of his hook ups, and put me on a monster Lafonduh Honda 650L.  The thing is like straddling a Cadillac, and I was glad to have it.




Check out the gas tank on that hog!






                           "Son of a Gunner Jaillett" even let me ride
 his 400.              







Snappy little Scooter.  Only problem is with that paint job, it can be difficult to find in the forest.











You know why they don't sent donkey's to college?




Anyway, back to the biker Chicks--They were
 doing great!


Every once in a while I would try and get Son of Gunner to give out Cockadoodledoo, but again, I got the furrowed brow, blank look.  

Gunner J loves his zippy racing  Quadzilla.  It's is not a Quadzilla, but it is way too much fun to not say Quadzilla.  


Somebody is gonna think aliens landed there.
We even gave Joe's Creek a go.  This is not an easy trail, but sure is a fun one.  
It did not take long to realize it was still early in the season:

 You remember I was on a
650L?


Even got into the snow, and was reminded of how bad bikes are in the snow.


Another great, safe, beautiful trip on the Scoots.  
Vroom Vroom