Tomorrow is our annual Santa Ride. The one where we dress up like Santas and elves and take to the streets spreading holiday cheer on our motorcycles. This afternoon the suits came down from the attic in preparation. My helmet with hat and beard? PREPPED!
It’s my third go ’round for the Void Rally and you’d think I would’ve learned a few things and gained some confidence by now. But? You’d be wrong. As usual, I’m not so sure my route is any good. I’m not so sure I’ve maximized my bonus options to play the YAHTZEE scorecard to it’s full potential. Ahhhh, what the hell. I’m going riding and seeing some cool (silly) stuff along the way. In the rain, of course.
You’ll be able to follow my SPOT when I get underway at about 8:50am on Friday 10-10-14.
This week I received my rally flag for the 9th VOID Rally. Say hello to Rider 52.
New for this year is a Yahtzee game component to the rally. As if I didn’t have enough of a hard time completing the rally as it was
The 24 hour rally kicks off on Friday October 10th. Scoring will open at 1:30pm on Saturday with 4:00 pm being the DNF cutoff. If all goes well and based on past performance, I will already have my paperwork turned in, have been scored and be in the process of enjoying a delicious nap by the time that deadline occurs.
Over the course of the next few days I will have a mental breakdown planning my route only to say “screw it, just have a fun ride” at the last minute. Good times.
At some point you just come to terms with your shortcomings. I will never be a confident dirt rider. There is something about the looseness of it that I cannot give myself over to. That and the fact that I don’t do it nearly enough to become good at it.
Riding dirt roads, gravel roads, dirt trails – I’m fine. As soon as I see water and mud? Forget about it. I freeze. When the answer is often to keep your momentum going to carry you through I end up shooting myself in the foot and slowing down to collect my thoughts before tackling whatever sopping mess is in front of me.
When we were riding in Berkshires this spring, things were…. damp. I tentatively putt-putted my way through some big, long puddles.
My dude and fellow unicorn spotter Gary directing me to avoid a big rock under the water.
He must’ve been looking out for me after witnessing me fling both me and my bike down an embankment about 10 minutes earlier. Judging by the look on his face when I came back to Earth and looked at him, it must’ve been quite the spectacular wipeout. Oopsie.
I’ll just keep tagging along on these dual sport rides when I can. If nothing else, the scenery is always great!