The Thanksgiving outing was a success and most (those who didn't get hurt, Robin and myself) had a good time. I thought Thanksgiving was supposed to be about turkey not ribs? The outing was at Middle Creek and was combined with the Diablo chapter of TBSA. The riding conditions were as close to perfect as I can ever remember. More traction than you knew what to do with. Definitely a spot we will want to consider again. A group photo was taken of both clubs with their banners. Overall it was a very positive experience.
Then there was the Christmas Party !!!! Wow ! Great food, great people and more Christmas presents than I ever care to wrap again! But it sure was fun seeing every one open them up. I hope everyone had as much fun as I did.
The next bit of news was the TBSA (north) outing at Fouts Springs. We went there on Martin Luther King weekend and had a good time. It was a little on the cold side though, especially the last night when the wind picked up. But a bad day riding is still better than a good day of work!
One begins to think that we may be part of a fourth dimension, as you realize that you are part of a great migration of Snow Birds and Bunnies (what's the difference?) The Birds peck and the Bunnies snuggle. Well, that is how Rose explained it to me. Yeah I know, I'm a pecker.
Yuma's population goes from about 60,000 to 180,000 people in January and
February and then trails off to normal by May. Feast or Famine, business-wise
it's still a cheap vacation under $400 a month in a park with full hookups,
swimming pool, hot tubs, recreation rooms and in our case a 9 hole golf course.
I can ride the bike out of the park and take a 100 mile round trip ride to
Mexico along the Gila and Tinajas Altas Mountain chain. Thank God for the Social
Security checks, keep up the good work you all.
TBSA has been doing its part in putting tire tracks in the desert. I've got almost 400 miles of them and Smith and Colombo have added up more than that. As I have said before, two months down here will wear out a set of tires. A couple of days ago we took a ride through Killer Canyon and south to the Ciprano Pass and then north to home, about 87 miles for me. I was proud of our riders as Killer Canyon is a replica of the Rubicon and we all made it alive. My hat really was off to Ralph, as our senior rider he hung with the best of us. Was that politically correct? Probably not.
The day before we had taken a 50 some mile ride through the Trigo Mountains. It started out with five of us about to saddle up when one intellectual Husaberg rider realized he had forgotten his helmet and goggles back at camp, about 50 miles by truck. Two and a half hours later we meet him out at a working mine along the Colorado River and then proceeded to work our way into a back country area that I have never found the other way out and have always backtracked. This time we had a secret weapon. Colombo had his map reading GPS along. The gismo said "If you go down this rock strewn river bed a couple of miles you will find a road." In the past, suggestions to try this approach were met with the middle digit salute. Now with the GPS telling us that there was light at the end of the tunnel we were willing to give it a try and sure enough it went on through and we lived happily ever after.