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October
1999
Hey Dave, where you going with that hose gun in
your hand?
It all started a few weeks
earlier. I was washing my trusty 400 in the driveway when this
feller pulls up in a white mini-van. He says he has a buddy that
owns an ATV shop in Overton, Nevada and they are going to have a
trail ride event. Seeing my quad he decided to regale me with all
the information. It sounded doable to me so I got the time and date
information and went back to scrubbin' the EX. On Monday plans were
made with some of the other Off-Road staffers to attend. The ORC
posse rides again!
of those alarms that has a giant display because I
have been blessed with twenty/four-million vision. After shutting
off the alarm clock at 6:45 I blinked once to clear my eyes and
when I opened them it was 7:30! No big deal, Overton is only an
hour or so away and the ride don't start until 9am so that leaves
me plenty of time to take a shower, dress, have breakfast, load my
quad, gas up and head out. As I am used to altering the time space
continuum in an attempt to be on time I easily accomplished
everything on my list and promptly headed out at 8:15.
group and they were heading out in about five
minutes. Needless to say the next five minutes made me look like a
new recruit at the fire house. Trying to get dressed, get my boots
on, quad unloaded, helmet, gloves and kidney belt, and camera gear
attached to my person in some manner or fashion and in line
before five minutes had elapsed. No easy task mind you but
when the trail boss rolled out I was in line ready to go. Of course
I was thirsty and needed the boys room in the worst way, but that's
an other story!
FourTrax being the only exception. As our first
stopping point was a sand wash I decided to "air out" my 400 a
little bit and the feller on the 250X followed suit. Before long we
had a full blown race on our hands! After a few passes we rejoined
the group with the 400 out-running the 250. To his credit and
superior riding skills he was able to hang right with me. One thing
that did surprise me was, at the first stop when people started
pulling their helmets off, the range of ages of the riders. People
from the age of fifteen all the way to retired folks were in
attendance. It was obvious that ATVing has become a very popular
pastime with all age groups.
journey. As we rode along the sand wash en route
to the next trail head our group moved slowly so as to observe what
Mother Nature accomplished over millions of years. The sand wash
wound through many canyons and other natural formations that have
been carved out by a millennia of flash flooding. If you have never
experienced a flash flood in the high desert, when you do you will
never forget it. One thing is certain (pay attention, major safety
tip here) if it is raining in the area stay out of low lying
washes. If you think about the power expelled to carve and slice
hundred foot walls of rock, thrashing a lowly ATV rider would be
effortless.
As we left the sand wash and moved onto the trails
one thing became very apparent. This was 4x4 quad country. The
taller ground clearance of the 4x4's is a real plus! At first I did
not realize that the 400's skid plate was in the full-on bulldozer
mode but it didn't take long for me to figure it out. The ruts in
the trail were deep the 400's low slung rear carrier quickly turned
into a trencher. The rear skid plate gave it's life for this trail
ride and was given the appropriate burial the next day. The_Dave
has nothing but respect for parts that give their life for a good
ride!
What does it all mean?
Thirteen miles in we reached the half way point
and the highlight of the ride. The petroglyphs. The trail we were riding dead ended into
a box canyon and on the sand stone walls were the handy work of
ancient American Indians. This ancient artwork has stood the trails
of time and endures today. The symbols and artwork was the topic of
much discussion amongst the members of our group but nobody knows
for sure what they mean. Knowing their meaning or not did not
change the fact that you felt like you were
reaching back to another time. I wonder if
people 2000 years from now will understand the graffiti that adorns
subway walls and apartment buildings today. Additionally I wonder
if some splinter group of the tribe was opposed to this "defacing
of mother earth" and spent every waking moment trying to put an end
to actions of ancient graffiti artists. The "green crowd" works
very hard to protect these ancient wonders but would gun you down
if you took a paint brush to the same sandstone canyons. Same old
story, different time.
After a forty-five minute stay in the box canyon
exploring and climbing the sandstone rocks it was time to head out.
Like I said we rode into a box canyon so the way in was the way
out! To my surprise when we reached the fork in the road we took a
left instead of a right. Looks like we were going back a different
way. This was good news for me as I hate being stuck on a trail to
begin with so going down a different trail would at least give me
something new to look at.
And what to my
wondering eyes did appear?
I read a
sign once that said, "If your not the lead sled dog the scenery
never changes." Same was true with this trail ride. I was
entertaining thoughts of blasting out on my own but the eco-nuts
would surly skin me alive. So I played nice-nice, there would be
other days to rip and tear at Mother Earth! Then it happened, we
rounded a corner and there it was. "Was what?", you say. Sand
dunes! That's what, and plenty of them! Well there was actually
only one sand dune but it was a big one. Our trail guide must have
seen my eyes fill my goggles because he decided that this would be
a good stopping point. Thank you trail dude! While most of the rest
of the group took a water break I took a sand break and
demonstrated what a 400ex could do to a pile of sand! I
This month we look at life on the trail as we go on a guided trail ride in the Valley of Fire Recreation area. The trails are long and dusty but the end result is well worth it!
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The Valley of
Fire Recreation Area
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Alone again, Naturally
As per usual, as the date approached "other
things" reared their ugly heads and suddenly I was riding solo, as
it were. Nothin' new here as the 1 Ton-of-Fun and I have run many
roads together. I must admit that I thought of canceling and doing
other things with my Saturday as I figured that eight or ten people
would show and the whole thing would be a dud. Nonetheless the itch
to ride was overwhelming so I made my last minute plans, gathered
up my gear and hit the sack for an early morning start.
Ever had a forty five minute blink?
The alarm clock was set to detonate at 6:45am and went off as advertised. I have one
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Some of the
trail riders taking a break
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"It was white, made a whirrin' sound and moved really fast!"
After a pit stop at the seven-eleven that would get me a full sponsorship with a NASCAR Winston Cup race team I rolled through town only slightly exceeding the speed limit. Once I was on lake shore road I switched from impulse power to full warp drive. "Plot a course for Overton, Engage!" Although the route I decided to take has enough curves to qualify it as a formula one road course not to mention that the 1 Ton drives like a tank at 80 miles per the drive was fairly uneventful. One thing of note, I did pass the one and only vehicle that was on the road that morning, a white Chevy dually that was doing approximately 6 mph. I came upon him after clearing a long sweeper to the right. He never saw me coming and and my closure rate was in excess of 75 miles per hour. Adios Amigo!New kid in town The last two miles of my trip down to Overton took forever. After doing just under the speed of sound for the last hour or so the 25 mph speed limit in Overton made me feel like I was parked. Having to concentrate to keep my eyes from rolling back into my head because of a painfully slow speed limit I rounded the last corner and could not believe what I saw! Crossing the road was maybe thirty or forty quads heading out to the trail. An additional twenty-five or thirty were staging to leave in the next group. And I thought that maybe eight or ten people would be going on the ride! I didn't see that one coming. Pulling into the parking area I was met by Dennis, owner of Splash Fever and organizer of the trail ride. He advised me that I would be going in the last
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Nearby Lake
Mead National Recreation area
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The Long and Winding Road
The first part of the trail ride was uneventful
and as a matter of fact it wasn't even a trail but a dirt road. No
problem for the 400EX and we cruised easily to the first stopping
point. All but one of the 25 quads in our group were 4x4's with a
250X
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The owner of
this dog
says he loves riding on the quad! |
Heads up, Eyes open After a few moments of freedom it was back in line to start out on leg two of our
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Canyon walls
cut by the wind and water
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The Daily Grind After moving through the sand wash we arrived at the next trail head. I should say trail heads as many trails radiated out in many directions from this one starting point. Good thing our guide, Prentice Freeman knew what was what. If I was by my self I might have found my way out before I ran out of fuel but maybe not. It is a good idea to have a guide when riding an area you are unfamiliar with. At the very least have a good map of the area.
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More Action
on the trail!
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| Indian Artwork on the sandstone walls. |
I've been down this road before
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