So Allison got to go on her first real Dirt-bike ride yesterday! WOOT
And, what a ride it was. We knew we were racing a storm, we just didn't realize how big a storm LOL.
We got to the staging area, and all was calm. Blue skies, big puffy white clouds.
We hauled butt to the staging area, unloaded, and took off for the canyons.
She was very uneasy at first. Nervous and scared. But she forged on. She is still learning the controls. What we all take as second nature,
she has to mentally process methodically every time. Like pulling in the clutch. Like I mentioned earlier, she drives stick well.
So, when she is stopping, she knows she is supposed to be clutching, but still does not have the learned motor-skill of doing it with her hand.
Typical beginner rider stuff. For the most part, on the way in, she did a great job.
We arrived at a pretty large, technical hill, that I had planned on being our turn-back point the whole time. And we did.
That hill is about 9 miles in. As we turned back, the temp was dropping fast! We crossed a couple washes (good thing!!) and as we got back up on higher ground,
we could see one knarly storm cell. It was black, the sky around it was creepy looking, if we were in the midwest, we would have been hiding from a tornado!
It was 10 times worse in person than this cell-phone pic makes it look:
About 10 minutes later, and still a good 5 miles from the truck, we were drenched! "Big fat rain" (as Forrest Gump would say) had us soaked to the bone in seconds.
When it rains here in AZ, the ground is funny. You end up with what basically amounts to two inches of grease, on top of concrete.
So here I am with the love of my life, who has never been on a dirt-bike, out in the desert, on a fat-tired cycle, can't see, slip-sliding all over the place!!!
Next thing we know, the rain stings like mad, and the ground is white! Holy shit! Its hailing!!!!
At this point, I would normally be having a complete riot by myself. I love riding in "weather". But, I am very worried about Allison.
Best case scenario in my mind is: we finally get back to the truck, and she is pissed off at me for taking here out in this "shit".
The hail turns back to rain, and lets up just enough that you can kinda see where you are going. And, she is still chugging along in 2nd gear (I assume) about 15mph,
slip-sliding all over the place. "OMG! This is awesome!" is all I can think. All the while still worried about the tongue-lashing I am in for when we get to the truck.
Which we finally do. Its still raining, I jumped ahead of her a little when we were in sight of the truck. Jumped off the bike, dropped the tailgate, threw the ramp up,
Turned around, and she slides up. And that is when I see the greatest sight EVER! A huge smile and twinkly eyes. She let out a shreik, and yelled "THAT WAS FUN!"
I am here to tell you, I can not remember ever being as happy as I was at that very second!!!!!!!
By the time we got both bikes in the truck, the rain was now a sprinkle. We were standing there drenched to the bone, with 10 pounds of mud clinging to our boots, laughing.
I figured there was no way I would ever get her back on that TW200 before we got back to the truck. But, quite the contrary, she is pumped to go ride again.
SUCCESS! What a fabulous day!
Here is the reason it was a very good thing we were not 30 minutes behind where we were:
Two hours before that was was bone-dry. Now it was 3-4ft deep and flowing heavily. We would have been stuck out there probably over-night.
Or at least the bikes would have, and we would have been walking (swimming). Flash-flooding is the real deal in AZ.
I am so happy right now. What an awesome day.