Louge
01-01-2005, 08:56 PM
> From: "Michael Wheeler" <XXXXXXXX@verizon.net>
> Date: 2005/01/01 Sat PM 08:11:57 EST
> To: <locokeha@verizon.net>
> Subject: Happy New Year
>
> Happy New Year to the Conley family! I trust all is well at your house. I have been waiting to hear the Christmas morning report of Halle's new dirt bike.
>
> How did everyone else make out?
>
> IL Duce'
The Missus forbade me from riding the TTR125 through the dining room doors Christmas morning. Down the pool steps, across the deck and a few raspy throttle snaps had to suffice. Yes, the bike was a bit hit. It's somewhat too big for Halle by design. I can cheat ~ 3/4" out of the ride height for now leaving her about an inch to make up.
The bike was last ridden in 2001 and been in storage since. It's bone stock other than a cored pipe. I spent yesterday afternoon setting it up. Been about three decades since pulling my last 50 yd wheelie ...
This morning we put the sun at our backs. With the PW50 and TTR125 in the rear view mirror traffic was light all the way to Greenridge. We were greeted by a half dozen trucks in the trail head parking area, inch and a half thick broken ice in the puddles, soft loamy surface and spectacular sunshine.
Halle and I putted off into her first ever dirt bike ride. I kept turning around to find the PW50 either right on my ass or better yet picking a better line. In short order she was attacking the berms. She stopped in 6" of water at one point and opened the throttle making a fountain worthy of Disneyland.
Further up the mountain a park ranger was sitting where you do the 180~ turn near the base of the rocky section. Not having stickers I went straight and stopped to 'adjust' the carb. The park ranger knew the routine and was kind enough to only write a warning.
We were soon heading up the rocky part. I look back to see clouds of PW50 exhaust smoke and Halle duck paddling it. A push got her through the worst of it and we stopped near the top. All I could see was an ignition lead entering a mud cantaloupe under the tank. A few minutes with a stick brought the cylinder head back into view. There was a 20+MPH breeze under the power lines that whistled through the helmet and a view from here to forever in both directions. We did the flats and begin working our way back down the mountain. I noted that Halle had begun rear wheel steering with the back brake. We're soon back at the trail head having a snack and regassing the bikes. In 18 miles she spun the back out 45~ once trying to ride the ridge of a berm!
She rode the PW50 up and down the road for several minutes while I talk to two guys who have just arrived. We then ride double on the TTR for several minutes to acclimate her to it. I ask if she'd like to do another lap. She decides she'd like to ride with me on the TTR and puts the PW50 on it's center stand.
The TTR pulls cleanly off the bottom of 3rd gear everywhere. Even packing double I only had to drop down to 2nd in a few places. We complete a second lap and pull back into the parking area. I'm ready to put an exclamation point onto a fabulous day of quality time spent with my child until noting the PW50 has been stolen.
The PW50 was purchased used 8 years ago for my son at a Butler's Orchard European Motorcycle Day. Colby never had a great deal of interest in it. Halle loved it from the first time she sat on it. It acquired many stickers and my Honda polish cans were suddenly always empty. It started on it's first kick this morning and delivered 18 miles of indelible dirt biking first impression on it's final ride with us.
Before the realization that her pride-n-joy had been stolen Halle's face told me she had just had the time of her young life. She held back tears and will soon have enough inseam to ride the TTR125.
She was sound asleep within 5 minutes of leaving the trailhead.
:fangs: To the testically challenged scum bag who stole my kid's PW50 today :fangs:
[Rant ON] May you come home to find your wife playing Tiny Tim's ukulele, subsequently discover you have contracted AIDS from the same wife, lose your job after amassing six figure credit card debt, be featured as an America's Most Wanted pedophile, get shot in the assh@le with a .22, have your home burn down around your sorry ass and do a facial into a SUV transmission while riding MY kid's bike. [Rant OFF]
> Date: 2005/01/01 Sat PM 08:11:57 EST
> To: <locokeha@verizon.net>
> Subject: Happy New Year
>
> Happy New Year to the Conley family! I trust all is well at your house. I have been waiting to hear the Christmas morning report of Halle's new dirt bike.
>
> How did everyone else make out?
>
> IL Duce'
The Missus forbade me from riding the TTR125 through the dining room doors Christmas morning. Down the pool steps, across the deck and a few raspy throttle snaps had to suffice. Yes, the bike was a bit hit. It's somewhat too big for Halle by design. I can cheat ~ 3/4" out of the ride height for now leaving her about an inch to make up.
The bike was last ridden in 2001 and been in storage since. It's bone stock other than a cored pipe. I spent yesterday afternoon setting it up. Been about three decades since pulling my last 50 yd wheelie ...
This morning we put the sun at our backs. With the PW50 and TTR125 in the rear view mirror traffic was light all the way to Greenridge. We were greeted by a half dozen trucks in the trail head parking area, inch and a half thick broken ice in the puddles, soft loamy surface and spectacular sunshine.
Halle and I putted off into her first ever dirt bike ride. I kept turning around to find the PW50 either right on my ass or better yet picking a better line. In short order she was attacking the berms. She stopped in 6" of water at one point and opened the throttle making a fountain worthy of Disneyland.
Further up the mountain a park ranger was sitting where you do the 180~ turn near the base of the rocky section. Not having stickers I went straight and stopped to 'adjust' the carb. The park ranger knew the routine and was kind enough to only write a warning.
We were soon heading up the rocky part. I look back to see clouds of PW50 exhaust smoke and Halle duck paddling it. A push got her through the worst of it and we stopped near the top. All I could see was an ignition lead entering a mud cantaloupe under the tank. A few minutes with a stick brought the cylinder head back into view. There was a 20+MPH breeze under the power lines that whistled through the helmet and a view from here to forever in both directions. We did the flats and begin working our way back down the mountain. I noted that Halle had begun rear wheel steering with the back brake. We're soon back at the trail head having a snack and regassing the bikes. In 18 miles she spun the back out 45~ once trying to ride the ridge of a berm!
She rode the PW50 up and down the road for several minutes while I talk to two guys who have just arrived. We then ride double on the TTR for several minutes to acclimate her to it. I ask if she'd like to do another lap. She decides she'd like to ride with me on the TTR and puts the PW50 on it's center stand.
The TTR pulls cleanly off the bottom of 3rd gear everywhere. Even packing double I only had to drop down to 2nd in a few places. We complete a second lap and pull back into the parking area. I'm ready to put an exclamation point onto a fabulous day of quality time spent with my child until noting the PW50 has been stolen.
The PW50 was purchased used 8 years ago for my son at a Butler's Orchard European Motorcycle Day. Colby never had a great deal of interest in it. Halle loved it from the first time she sat on it. It acquired many stickers and my Honda polish cans were suddenly always empty. It started on it's first kick this morning and delivered 18 miles of indelible dirt biking first impression on it's final ride with us.
Before the realization that her pride-n-joy had been stolen Halle's face told me she had just had the time of her young life. She held back tears and will soon have enough inseam to ride the TTR125.
She was sound asleep within 5 minutes of leaving the trailhead.
:fangs: To the testically challenged scum bag who stole my kid's PW50 today :fangs:
[Rant ON] May you come home to find your wife playing Tiny Tim's ukulele, subsequently discover you have contracted AIDS from the same wife, lose your job after amassing six figure credit card debt, be featured as an America's Most Wanted pedophile, get shot in the assh@le with a .22, have your home burn down around your sorry ass and do a facial into a SUV transmission while riding MY kid's bike. [Rant OFF]