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First off let me say a big thanks to Doug. That was an awesome ride. We both know it didn’t end too well but it is not your fault My pig of a bike had issues. I personally think it was the clutch catching on the handguard then coupled with hot engine did it in.

I knew I was pushing the limits of the DR.

So anyway, it starts out well. A nice cruise up to our first attempt at hitting some single track. Those hopes were dashed instantly by a gate.

So we move on.

Soon enough Doug finds the good stuff. Switchback after switchback after switchback. I am loving this though!

And some straightaways.

We don’t have much room for error in a lot of places.

We are handling business though. Well, Doug is handling it a lot quicker than me. Soon enough though I catch up and nature left us a gift!

Good thing someone packs a hatchet. It  was the only thing that came through for me today (Effin Clutch).

And a quick 30-45 minutes later, viola! We both did our fair share of that job.

This is our well deserved break at the bottom. That water in the creek was nice and cold.

Now we have to make the decision; the easy way out or the hard way out?

Whatever, the hardway! That was not a good decision for me.

Not too bad in the beginning, we even had some nice flat rolling sections. What you won’t see pictures of is after this section as I was trying to manipulate an uphill switch back I got caught on a rock which spun out and dropped my bike. Not too bad though. I had to take the Right side Handguard off because it was jamming the brake but everything else looked good to go.

I think I made it up another 100 yrds of some of the harder stuff on the trail when all of a sudden bike no workey. I had it in gear but it wasn’t moving. Now I think we are at least 2 miles if not farther up this trail and about a mile from the end. Doug checks my clutch adjustment and notices it is a bit tight. After the adjustment still no go. This clutch is smoke checked.

We let it cool for about 20 minutes and I can get it to grab ever so slightly but it is enough to get the bike up about 100 more feet to another switch back which allows me to turn the bike around. After that it was a long coast home.

Hey, I made it all the way to Cochiti Golf Course which I think was quite a feat considering the effort we put out on trail.

There is my ride, finally. I was done…

A Crazy day…


Maybe you are interested in what I have done to my bike since I bought it, maybe you are not, either way I am going to tell you.

When I bought the bike it was stock.  Right off I didn’t like the tank and the white headlight shroud and the shock springs were way to soft.

The tank doesn’t have the capacity to make you feel comfortable 50 miles out with no gas station in site or expected in the near future. This was the first issue I resolved by buying the IMS 4.9 gallon tank. It really made  it look a lot better. With that order I also purchased new front and rear springs. The stock springs on the bike were way to soft. So I took it to a .55kg/mm front and an 8.4 kg/mm in the rear. That is just about as beefy a spring Eibach makes for this bike. The shroud was easy, a little Krylon did the job.

So with some help from a local Pecos resident who used to wrench at the SF Motorsports the springs were installed and the bike now looked like so:

And this is how it looks with a hawk strapped on the back (another story to be told):

So anyway, since then I have taken it upon myself to re jet the bike. I installed a new main jet and a new needle and made some modifications to the airbox as well as installing a K&N HiFlow Airfilter. The jetting led to some serious issues. I have had my carb out and disassembled about 5 times since I did this. I think I have it all worked out now though.

Tweek tweek tweek.

Now there are some more things I want to do; some cosmetic, some functional. Most recently was the replacement of the stock tail light with the DR250 Hi Speed Low Drag Tail Light.

Old Tail Light:

New Tail Light:

Disregard all those GPS units you see, I have done nothing illegal!

And finally the bar riser. A most functional and needed install. I can’t begin to explain the difference this makes when you are standing on your pegs on trail. It puts you in a very comfortable position sans leaning over slightly which was uncomfortable and made working the clutch a pain.

I just got my rear spring bearing in from Kientech yesterday and that will go in as soon as I feel motivated to completely remove my rear shock.

The turning point for me was the jet kit install. Once I removed my own carb, disassembled it, put it back together, drilled new holes in various places for various things and the bike actually started after it was all put back together, I felt a lot more confident in my ability to figure out this bike.

I have to be confident to do this stuff because there is no way I am paying some dude I don’t know 60+ dollars an hour to work on my bike while he is txt’ing his bitches. I just don’t trust a lot of these guys…

awoke, it was cold, it was raining. I packed up the bike took me a quick PTA and topped it off nicely with some Old Spice High Endurance.

It took all of a mile for me to realize the gear I had was not adequate for this June winter storm that rolled in on me. The 10 mile ride to Angel Fire was brutal. I could go maybe two minutes a hop then I would have to stop and thaw the digits.

All I wanted was a nice big breakfast to make up for the pitiful beef jerky dinner I had the night before. I stopped at the first place I saw open and promptly setup camp. They didn’t know but I knew that I was about to make that place home for a couple hours.

Breakfast was good and got the scoop on sporting good shops in town and headed to Mountain Sports to get some winter supplies. A hundred bucks later I was much better equipped.

Off to FR76!

It looked unassuming. Low clouds, weak drizzle. I knew I would be having some quality time in the mud which I don’t hate.

As I gained some altitude I noticed something white in the grass, ya, snow. The snow got thicker and was still falling on me ever so slightly.

About 12 miles in got the 25 mile pass was when I started thinking about a flat or another clogged jet episode. I wouldn’t die but it would have sucked. My feet were soaked and beyond pain into the numb and even with my new waterproof/windproof (ya right) gloves I was still having to stop every 5 miles is so to regain feeling. I remember at one point I was literally running in place on my pegs while motoring down the road.

I didn’t have a track for this road and signage stopped a while back. However, I did have that free NM topo map uploaded into the Garmin 60 csx and it let me know I was doing ok.

So finally I round a curve which I suspect is the area I got stopped at coming from the other side about 3 weeks ago. It is the spot so I know it is all downhill from here. The only obstacle in my way was a couple of Elk. They stopped for a photo op then hightailed.

(Now look at the pic in my first post)

So that’s basically it, sipapu for a BLT and then slabbbed it home on the high road to Taos. Not the greatest adventure but it taught me a few things:

  1. People really still use guard dogs
  2. GE has some splainin to do
  3. Never under estimate the Rockies in June
  4. Truchas takes their Graffiti very seriously
  5. Waterproof gloves, waterproof gloves….

So it was planned and it happened, not without hitches though.

The first leg over the mountains on FR 83 then down an old jeep trail into San Pablo almost ended in me being eaten alive by a pack of guard dogs. Luckily the lady who owned the land in which I ended up on came out of the house and was happy to let me through her gate.

She was nice, and honest as she told me to watch myself as her dogs circled an took individual sorties at my ankles.

Anyway, I got through and hit mostly dead ends on my planned route. Oh well, still saw some nice scenery and plenty of wildlife.

So after a late start and much exploring I ended up at Coyote State Park at around 8PM and got the tent setup just in time for the rain.

Note to self: never, ever, forget the thermarest again…

After a quick dinner of beef jerky and Jack Daniels I slept, kind of, I mostly slept in between intervals of rolling over all the rocks under the tent.

I had to be a semi-contortionist to get all parts of my body on smooth ground…

I need to get back into the modern age. Maps were fun for a while but it takes considerable time and effort to be accurate. My last GPS got into a fight with my motorcycle chain up in Colorado last year. So it is off to REI, I know I will spend about 30 dollars more than online but this is terribly impulsive as I want to scout out some trails tomorrow.

Had to stop and score some grub first though. A fine looking muffalata!

Success! With new GPS in hand I will be invincible. If you use a GPS with mapping capablity you should check out this link .

These are totally free and very accurate Topo/Street maps. It’s almost unbelievable! The selection of states are limited but hopefully they are working to get more done. I loaded up the NM map in the Garmin GPSMap 60CSX and they seem to work fine, great detail.