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Riding Stories!
KX500freak:
--- Quote from: js on March 06, 2008, 07:17:53 PM ---Its not told very much. but a half dozen have told me similiar stories to yours after hearing it. something happens that gives them the sense that there passed on friend is around then they see them in a dream and are at peace after the episode.
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glad you don,t think i,m crazy
its more common then i thought ,so thanks for telling !!
--- Quote ---photo of 4th of july from the story, the race ends on the top of the mountain in the second picture, view from my front yard today. if you veiw the picture you can see the road below the ski area going through the woods then you go up the switchbacks just above the ski area on the right side of the mountain then once your on top of the switch backs its full throttle all the way over to the left mountain top. the finish line is 14,500ft
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woow nice pics i know pikes peak is worldfamous
everyone races up the pike in cars ,on bikes
really dangerous stuff as pic shows :-o :-o
kiwimonster:
BACK IN 1996 I BOUGHT A BRAND NEW KX 500 AND WENT TO A LOCAL MX NOW BEING YOUNG AND COCKY I ENTERED THE PRO OPEN CLASS WHICH HAD JOSH COPPINS AND 6 TOP RANKED RIDERS IN IT, I REMEMBER COPPINS SAYING TO ME ON THE START, A HOLE SHOT MACHINE YOU GOT THERE BOY. NO ONE CALLS ME BOY. IM 6FT AND WAYS A HUMBLE 152KGS. WELL I PULLED A WHEELSTAND ALL THEY WAY DOWN THE START STRAIGHT. SECOND INTO THE FIRST CORNER. RIDING LIKE A MANIAC. LAST LAP RUNNING FORTH, GETTING VERY NACKERD, I CAME TO A 8 METER DROP OFF. THERE WERE ABOUT 5 OF THESE IN THE TRACK. ALSO VERY ROCKY. SO I COMES INTO THIS CORNER THAT TURNS INTO THE DROP OFF AND THE BIG 5 SAYS ENOUGH AND HIGH SIDED ME OVER THE DROP OFF. HEAD FIRST ON TO THE STONES BELOWE. HMMMMM. I WOKE UP . AND EVERYTHING WAS RED. I SAT UP AND START TO COME BACK INTO THE LAND OF THE LIVING. TO REALISE THERE WERE BIKES LANDING BESIDE ME OFF THE DROP OFF. THE FLAG MARSHEL HADENT SEEN ME GO DOWN. LUCKLY A MATE WHO WAS RACING PUT HIS BIKE DOWN AT THE TOP TOO SLOW ALL THE OTHER RIDERS DOWN THEN YELLED HES DEAD HES DEAD. WELL I COULDNT FIGURE WHY IT WAS STIIL RED. TILL I TOOK MY GOGGLES OFF AND THEY WERE FULL OF BLOOD. I BROKE THE FRONT OFF MY HELMET. SPLIT MY HEAD INSIDE THE HELMET .BROKE MY STURNEM. TWO MASSIVE BLACK EYES. ONE ARM THAT WENT BLACK FROM MY FINGERS TO MY SHOLDER. AND A LUMP ABOVE MY EYE THE SIZES OF A ORANGE. HMMMMMM THE GOOD OLD DAYS. AFTER 10MINS OR SO I ASKED WERE MY HORSE WAS. I USED TO RIDE WHEN I WAS YOUNG, THEY SAID YOU RACING MX NOT HORSE RIDING. DAMMMMM FUNNY.
KX500freak:
:-o was your caps hanging on in here :roll:
anyway scary story man ...i m glad not to have such an experience..
however i did had a same sit. on hand.
it was that i had holeshot for the first and then the sec jump i felt right after it...
all the riders still had too come over the jump and i laid there underneath my 250 ,
man was i scared omg :-o
dsrtrider:
Lost in the desert story
this past winter i was on my kx500 and had 2 friends on a yamaha 450f and a honda 250f and we were on last ride for the day when the 450f rider suddenly hit a sharp rock on a woop and cracked his bottom case. Oil everywhere so he was done. My friend on the 250f stayed with him and i went back to get my truck. we thought we were just over 1 small hill. i came up over the hill and no camp. i saw some riders and asked directions and they sent me in the wrong direction. turns out we went to far north then our camp and then too far east. I turn and was heading west and realized my tank was getting low and it was approaching dark. i kept me cool and saw a freeway and headed for it. once i got to the freeway i saw signs for the road i needed and made it back to camp. at that point there was no way i remebered where i left my buddies at and cell phones were not picking up that great. Apparently another group of riders found my buddies and had a gps and they were able to call our camp with coordinates. my friend with the 250f left our broken down 450friend and also got lost heading back but we both arrived same time, got in his 4x4 pickup, opened up his never-been-used gps and tried to program it as we headed out. fortunaltly we figured it out and it led us to our friend just as the sun was setting. we drove back to camp in the dark in the truck and all vowed to never ride without a gps again.
kiwimonster:
SORRY ABOUT THE CAPS ITS WAS EARLY IN THE MORNING. another great crash story. about 1989 i was racing a harescramble on a ....i hate to say it xr 200. about 2 1/2 hours in i was 3rd closing on 2nd and getin a bit loose we were racing a tight wooded section that was heavily mined [not exspolsive .gold type] i was going way to fast into a right hander when i over shot the corner and was plowing thru dense scrub just kept it pinned. when i see this bloody grat hole apear in front of me . so i try to wheelstand over it but just case it out the bike and i both stopped dead. it tipped over backwards and i fell down the shaft. about 15 feet then the bike fell on top of me. so here i am cant move. no one knows im down there. so i took my helmet off and thru it up out the hole. lucky for me it landed on the track and a couple of other riders spotted it and heard me yelling. so they tie a rope to the front wheel pull out the xr then me. they reckon i was white as a ghost. so got back on and managed to get back to 4th no back mud guard or muffler. it made the local paper. my dads a miner. funny stuff.
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