@jambon it really knocked him back, which wasn’t a wholly bad thing - at least he became receptive to my militant persistence on drills in the car park (controlled stops, downshifts, etc). We went out the next day and he was a little better, and really concentrated on technique.
Been doing groundwork and building new sheds (to house the bikes) for a whole week so the bike has sat unused since.
@matt surprisingly yes. Two heart/throat moments - one on that rutted four-laner in the photo which is very near to where the GN launched me 6 months ago. Sketchy uneven flooded rut on the right deflected the front while the rear was slipping - had to gas it, twist the throttle and ride out the wobbles. I bounced diagonally across all the ruts and just about came to a standstill parallel to the hedge when the bars stopped slapping side to side. Oldboy rambler was watching it unfold, “I thought I might have to turn around and pull you out that hedge” to which I replied “so did I!”
Further up a similar thing, insane stepped ruts and deep ramp to get over, on a wheel-width, cracked the throttle and bounced my way up and over. The rambler couple looked pleasantly surprised I made it without splashing them or going a different trajectory to the bike.
@jambon it really knocked him back, which wasn’t a wholly bad thing - at least he became receptive to my militant persistence on drills in the car park (controlled stops, downshifts, etc). We went out the next day and he was a little better, and really concentrated on technique.
Been doing groundwork and building new sheds (to house the bikes) for a whole week so the bike has sat unused since.
@matt surprisingly yes. Two heart/throat moments - one on that rutted four-laner in the photo which is very near to where the GN launched me 6 months ago. Sketchy uneven flooded rut on the right deflected the front while the rear was slipping - had to gas it, twist the throttle and ride out the wobbles. I bounced diagonally across all the ruts and just about came to a standstill parallel to the hedge when the bars stopped slapping side to side. Oldboy rambler was watching it unfold, “I thought I might have to turn around and pull you out that hedge” to which I replied “so did I!”
Further up a similar thing, insane stepped ruts and deep ramp to get over, on a wheel-width, cracked the throttle and bounced my way up and over. The rambler couple looked pleasantly surprised I made it without splashing them or going a different trajectory to the bike.