<div dir="ltr"><div class="gmail_default" style="font-family:tahoma,sans-serif">Any time any of you want to come to Utah for some fun let me know. I have a couple of bikes for loan. Jason and Erika can attest to the good times to be had.</div><div class="gmail_default" style="font-family:tahoma,sans-serif"><br></div><div class="gmail_default" style="font-family:tahoma,sans-serif">J.</div><div class="gmail_default" style="font-family:tahoma,sans-serif"><br></div><div class="gmail_default" style="font-family:tahoma,sans-serif"><img src="cid:ii_klcjs19p0" alt="P6290006.JPG" width="562" height="316"><br></div></div><br><div class="gmail_quote"><div dir="ltr" class="gmail_attr">On Thu, Feb 18, 2021 at 5:40 PM Milt Rudy via Tanx <<a href="mailto:tanx@lists.micapeak.com">tanx@lists.micapeak.com</a>> wrote:<br></div><blockquote class="gmail_quote" style="margin:0px 0px 0px 0.8ex;border-left:1px solid rgb(204,204,204);padding-left:1ex"><div dir="auto">Hey, J: thanks for the laughs. Hard to believe it was 17 years ago. Keith and I still talk about the "death march". Oh, and riding the wrong way through a railroad tunnel. Oh, and riding into an abandoned coal mine. Oh, and riding so far down a round hillside you nearly couldn't get back up. There were more. All fun.<div dir="auto">Milt</div></div><br><div class="gmail_quote"><div dir="ltr" class="gmail_attr">On Thu, Feb 18, 2021, 7:05 PM J. Braun via Tanx <<a href="mailto:tanx@lists.micapeak.com" target="_blank">tanx@lists.micapeak.com</a>> wrote:<br></div><blockquote class="gmail_quote" style="margin:0px 0px 0px 0.8ex;border-left:1px solid rgb(204,204,204);padding-left:1ex"><div dir="ltr"><div class="gmail_default" style="font-family:tahoma,sans-serif">This time for real!</div><div class="gmail_default" style="font-family:tahoma,sans-serif"><br></div><div class="gmail_default" style="font-family:tahoma,sans-serif">I ran into this letter to Milt about another one of my <i>adventures</i>. I thought you might find it amusing during lockdown</div><div class="gmail_default" style="font-family:tahoma,sans-serif"><br></div><div class="gmail_default" style="font-family:tahoma,sans-serif">J.</div><div class="gmail_default" style="font-family:tahoma,sans-serif"><br></div><div class="gmail_default" style="font-family:tahoma,sans-serif">
<pre style="font-family:Cumberland,monospace"><font face="Verdana, sans-serif">Sorry to hear about your crash Milt. You sound as if you are unhurt which is the main thing.</font>
<font face="Verdana, sans-serif">I'm not sure what you mean by my "death march". We've christened that puddle (pond?) you decided not to cross as Lake Milt.</font>
<font face="Verdana, sans-serif">If it will make you feel any better let me tell you my story of woe. The weekend before last my nephew and I were supposed to meet Dave at Whitcomb Summit for a ride to route sheet the rally loops. As usual I was late and Dave had given up on me and gone home.</font>
<font face="Verdana, sans-serif">Owen and I unloaded the bikes, the Transalp for me and my MT250 for him. You may remember it because of its strawberry injector oil. I didn't bring the maps because Dave said he had some new routes and would bring his. </font>
<font face="Verdana, sans-serif">Owen and I did the first loop from memory without problem. We refilled the 250 and took off on the 2nd loop. It went well but we had extra time before getting back to WS to meet Beth so I suggested we go exploring.</font>
<font face="Verdana, sans-serif">Off down this road we went and didn't worry as it kept getting smaller and rougher. Finally we were down to single track when we came upon a couple of hikers. Since I was on the Transalp and Owen is a new rider I decided to get advice about what was ahead. After some discussion I decided to keep going. I was assured that the trail came out to a road at the bottom of a steep hill. The hikers seemed to think that we could make it down without too much difficulty. And they were right. It was steep but by being careful we got to the bottom with no problems. </font>
<font face="Verdana, sans-serif">But that's where our problems began. </font>
<font face="Verdana, sans-serif">Problem #1 - we lost the trail and it was too steep to go back up. After half an hour of mucking about we found a hiking trail and began to follow it. </font>
<font face="Verdana, sans-serif">Problem #2 - the river. I was trying to decide how best to ford it since it was only about 20" deep and 30' across but Owen wanted to try the foot bridge. Good idea but the end of the bridge was 30" in the air. So we lifted the 250 pound MT up and onto it with only minimal grunting and took it across. Then came the 400 pound Transalp. With much huffing and puffing we finally got it up and across.</font>
<font face="Verdana, sans-serif">Problem #3 - We are now on a hiking trail that had steep inclines with roots and sharp turns. Nothing you can get a run at and no traction. More pushing, huffing and puffing.</font>
<font face="Verdana, sans-serif">Now it's getting late. And dark. Finally we just abandoned the bikes in the woods and walked out by flashlight. We must have walked a couple of miles before we got to the road and it all looked nasty. When we got to the road we flipped a coin as we had no idea where we were.</font>
<font face="Verdana, sans-serif">A mile and a half later we came to a village and knocked on the first door we came to. A 75 year old woman came to the door and answered our plea for water and a phone. I called Beth on her cel phone and found out that she had called out the State Police since we were 2 1/2 hours overdue. The woman said that it would be easier for her to drive us to WS than to give Beth directions and have her get lost. What a kind soul!</font>
<font face="Verdana, sans-serif">When we got to WS there were two cruisers waiting. I went to tell them we were OK but Beth got to me first and started giving me hell. The cops just stood there trying not to laugh at the shit I was getting. They probably thought that anything they were going to say was easy compared to what I was getting. Believe me, it was a very cold and silent ride home to CT.</font>
<font face="Verdana, sans-serif">-- Aftermath --</font>
<font face="Verdana, sans-serif">I called Dave the next morning and asked if he would come help me get the bikes out of the woods. I knew where the trail ended and so we hiked in from there. Where it seemed like a mile or two at night it was less than half a mile in the morning. It must have been because it was pitch black and we were so exhausted.</font>
<font face="Verdana, sans-serif">The bikes started ok and we pushed them up the first incline and got going. We got stuck a couple of times but nothing that was a show stopper. The big deal was that the trail was 6" wide next to a 25' drop into the river in a couple of places. Not a good place to slip or slide.</font>
<font face="Verdana, sans-serif">Then we got to a spot where the Transalp was just not going to go. A slick slope with roots sticking out and a tree to go around. No amount of pushing a shoving was getting it up and over. Luckily I had brought a block and tackle so we put a tie down strap around a tree and then hooked onto the Transalp's frame. It finally budged.</font>
<font face="Verdana, sans-serif">Just as we were getting going again a group of young (18-20's) hikers came by. The first informed us that motorized vehicles were prohibited on this trail. I explained that I had gotten lost and certainly had no intention on being here. She <span lang="en-US">repeated</span> that I wasn't supposed to be there and I tried to be reasonable. Finally, she led her merry band ahead but each one of the little tree huggers had to repeat that motorized vehicles were prohibited. Not one of them offered to help us and I was ready to wipe the smirk off the face of the last one with a tire iron. I can only hope that when one of them needs rescuing that I'm there to proclaim that motorized helicopters are prohibited and they can limp out with their broken leg.</font>
<font face="Verdana, sans-serif">Dave and I finally got out from there without further incident and got the bikes loaded on my trailer. Dave got his map out and we checked it for the route Owen and I had taken. It started out as a double <span lang="en-US">dashed</span> line and then just ended. No single dashes or dotted lines, nothing until we got to the trail along the river.</font>
<font face="Verdana, sans-serif">But we got through it in one piece. Beth calmed down after a few days of reminding me that this wasn't the first "adventure" I'd ever had. I must admit that I didn't know there were so many synonyms for "dumb" and "stupid". Owen wasn't too put off by it all and wants to try it again in the spring but probably with a map next time. I'm going to be working out with weights this winter so that I can pick up a Transalp single handed. </font>
<font face="Verdana, sans-serif">Lastly, I'd still be there pushing the Transalp if it weren't for Dave's help. </font>
<font face="Verdana, sans-serif">Thanks!</font>
<font face="Verdana, sans-serif">I only wish I'd taken some pictures. ;)</font>
<font face="Verdana, sans-serif">J.</font>
<font face="Verdana, sans-serif">31 Oct 2004</font></pre></div><div><br></div>-- <br><div dir="ltr"><div dir="ltr"><div dir="ltr"><div dir="ltr"><p style="margin-bottom:0in"><font face="Roboto, arial, sans-serif"><span style="font-size:16px">There's two theories to arguing with a woman,<br>Neither one works.</span></font></p></div><div dir="ltr"><br></div><div dir="ltr">Read my blog - <a href="http://mondaymotomadness.blogspot.com" rel="noreferrer" target="_blank">mondaymotomadness.blogspot.com</a><div><br></div></div></div></div></div></div>
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