It's Christmas day. Like most people who work, I have the day off. This Christmas is unlike Christmas days of the past- for the first time ever, I have nothing scheduled! My dear mother moved to SoCal to retire in the warmer climate (and to be closer to my sister and her grandsons) and Emily's family scheduled no get togethers. Her sister made a last minute announcement that she's heading out of town (pre-planned unannouncement). I was determined not to let this day go to waste. It hasn't rained in a week, so the trails should be in pretty good shape, so I decided to take the bike out to a nearby park and test out all my new equipment.
I mounted up the Versahaul on the Jeep yesterday, so I wouldn't have to do everything all on the same day. I wanted to see if I could omit the hitch drop/extender this time to bring the bike closer to center, reducing leverage, increasing stability, but I wasn't sure if the handlebars and pegs would clear. Also I needed to test a method of getting the bike up the ramp, since the Jeep is so tall. I got a few sturdy milk crates lined up along the side of the rack, so I could elevate myself as I walked the bike up the ramp. I also needed to turn the bike on and clutch it up the ramp in first gear, but it got up there and indeed it fit just fine without the extender! I loaded up all my gear and off I went to Frank Raines OHV!
It took about an hour to get to the park. It's a bit of a drive down Hwy 5, then there's still another 16 miles of windy roads to get into Del Puerto Canyon. Carnegie is much closer, but I know that park is harder and for my first time out, I wanted to be somewhere that I was familiar with. Also Frank Raines is not as popular, so I figured there would be less traffic out there on a Christmas day.
When I got to the park, I saw that there was one other vehicle in the parking lot- a big dually truck with a giant toy-hauler. I found an incline at the back of the parking lot and used that slope to help get the bike off the rack, reducing the steep angle of the ramp. I found a nice picnic table and got situated over there, so I could lay out my gear and get organized. I used the document cubby on the bike to carry my cell phone, Garmin Mini and car keys, leaving everything else behind. I elected not to wear the chest protector. I did try it on, but it just seemed too bulky and I couldn't even pull the jersey over it. I had also already decided to return it to Amazon, so I didn't want it to appear as worn. I got dressed with all my other new gear, hopped on my bike and headed out to find a trail.
I started on the East Ridge and climbed up the hill. After a bit, it forked off to Fire Road. And then I encountered a couple of puddles in the road. I had the option to select the road to the left and avoid the water altogether, but I was feeling like that optional road might take me away from the Fire Road, so I elected to negotiate the puddles. How deep could they possibly be anyway? I picked the one on the right. I slowly entered and I found that it was about 16" deep! Yikes! The front wheel started to wash out and then the rear wheel lost traction and the bike fell over on it's right side! I didn't get trapped, as I already tried to put my right foot down to help the bike stay upright, but the mud was too soft to even stand in. The engine stopped by itself. My boots both filled with water. I took a couple of seconds to compose myself, before attempting to get out of this mess. I restarted the motor and tried to walk the bike out in first gear. The bike only starts in neutral with the kickstand up (which is kind of fucked up) and I was on the right side of the bike, so I had to start the bike in neutral, reach over the seat and pop it into first gear, as I was holding onto the clutch with my right hand, then switch hands again to get my hands on the handlebars. The rear tire was stuck in a hole and the bike would not make forward progress. I tried 2-3 times with no success- the rear wheel was just digging deeper. I knew if I kept attempting like this, I would just make my situation even worse. So I directed the front wheel 30° to the right and sure enough, the bike slowly worked its way out. My socks were soaked with muddy water. My pants and right glove were covered in muck. I shook it off and headed back to the Jeep. Wow! Right off the bat! Into the mud hole!
On the way back to the Jeep, I decided I wasn't going to let this incident get the best of me. Once I got to the base intersection, I headed up West Ridge trail. There were some steeper and loose stuff, but nothing that was too scary. I learned that the throttle was very sensitive in first gear- throttle pop and chop. Second gear was much smoother. I got to the part where the road takes a sharp left and heads steeply down the hill. I didn't feel like attempting this today, so I walked the bike around and headed back down to the parking lot again. Before getting there, I encountered a very steep decline, where my rear tire was losing traction. Nearer to the bottom of this hill, I thought I was going to stack, so I let off the brakes slightly and just ran it out. A good save!
I'd only been out for about half an hour, so I decided to try East Ridge again. This time, I tried the split to the left- a good choice! The road took me to the Jeep playground, where I saw a JKU trying out his suspension on the big tires. I continued on with the trail where I caught up to a big blue GMC. After trailing him for a few minutes, he let me pass by. As it turned out, the road only went for about another 1/4 mile. At that point, I turned around and headed back to the parking lot after passing him again, and then the Jeep also that was making his way up the road.
Man, I couldn't wait to get those cold wet boots off my feet! I stripped down to my bicycle shorts and changed into a dry t-shirt. I took a few minutes to warm up and collect myself. When it came time to load up the bike again, I drove the Jeep to that incline, but when I tried to position the bike higher up on the slope, I had issues- the ground was soft and while trying to turn the bike around, it almost dumped on top of me. Luckily, there was a big side-by-side that saw me and the guy came over to give me a hand. He immediately recognized that I was new to this, so he just did it for me and gave me some tips for next time. On my way out, I drove by and gave him and his wife a "Merry Christmas!".
After I got home, I unloaded the bike and all my gear and went in for a hot shower. I left the rack on to take off another day. That night, I washed all my gear by hand and let them hang dry. I also rinsed out my boots with fresh water a few times, then left them upside down to drain out and dry.
Well, I got the first day down in the books. and I got the first major drop of the bike out of the way. The bike needs a good wash, then I'll hit the reset button and wait for the next dry period to take her out again!