The worst funniest time I had was this weekend 8/6/2011. Yea that’s an oxymoron. Me and Keith drove his camper with a trailer in tow with our beloved motorcycles in the back. Both of us felt the need to take our KLR’s with us up to the mountains for the 13th running of the Quarry run dual sport. The big Kawasaki’s proved a good ride to go into town for pizza on Friday night but after riding the first half an hour on the dual sport Saturday we came to the quick conclusion that this was no place for our trusted over weight thumpers and our more agile husqvarna are going to be our bike of choice for this event.
The quarry run was some kind of abuse chamber that the club members seemed proud of taking us flat landers on. Showing us what terrain real manly men ride their motorcycles on. There was up hills that were just littered with motorcycle and frustrated riders attempting the rocky climb. There was down hills that were more of a stream then a trail and every conceivable challenged they could muster up to throw our way.
Ha, who am I kidding? I had a blast and a weekend that I want to tell and brag to everyone who is willing to listen.
Keith had 4 of his friends from NYC that he knows from the road racing at NJMP meet us in Hancock NY.Two of them road just Saturday Patrick and Marko and Ilya and Demian rode both days. They all had different levels of ability and it was a blast to meet and ride with such nice people.
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