HOLY JIT JP CRUISED HIS "90" FROM OREGON

Can you believe the man in the middle.  JP is back!!  Welcome back to the club.  I don't know who the DOOOCHE is on the INTRUDER bike.  Sorry T90ers. And yes 90's have the juice to wheelie.

The Red Devil rallying through the secret meadow of love.

And the vantage point from the Secret Meadow of Love.  Has anyone seen Rocky?

Burgi traded in his t-90 for this?

The "Burgman 400"

When Burgi told me he sold his t-90 to upgrade to a better motorcycle, I thought for sure it would be something bad ass. I was surprised, to say the least, when I finally saw what he got. But you be the judge... is this bad ass, or just plain bad (and i'm not talking the Michael Jackson kind of bad)??

Sweet Alice Hills... Somewhere in SoTah

matt g. and I took a good road for a while... then we took a bad road for a while... then we took no road for a while. 60 miles later we are in the middle of nowhere.

this 20th century topo map kept leeping from matt's bag from the very start... no doubt embarrassed by its lack of technology next to our 21st century Garmin Rino's. It felt much more at home with my 20th century bike:

60 miles from anywhere... i sure hope my hog starts up in the morning (dont be fooled, that smile is a smile of grave concern)!
full moon made for a bright night and severe third degree moon burn... woke up in the morning with blue face. I spent the first morning minutes doing some adventure modeling (a hobby of mine) while matt captured some of my work on film:

it made for an incredible sunrise:
close up of plateau moon and the henry's:

my hog started up immediately (after a LONG few seconds of concern... my engine switch was in the off position for the first few kicks). however, 20 miles into the return trip, and still forever away from anything, my hog gave up the ghost. i breathed the breath of life back into her with a spark plug transplant. she took the form of a resurrected being and pranced her way back to safety:

back on a main road, matt and his tee-dub peer into beef basin below:

the home stretch... a freeeekin cool valley that can only be appreciated when cruisin 40 mph's on yer hog:

...and preferably, on yer vintage hog:

120 or so miles and 20 hours later we return to the mother ship:

Trail'n it up in the Beavvvvv

check out this bitchin website for more footage of this trip



mark knocked over this tree after some intense peer pressure... he stood over his prey long enough for me to snap this pic:

Burg's Ipod

So, we've always wondered what Burg is jammin out to when he rocks his Ipod while cruisin his T90. Well, wonder no longer. I snuck a peak at his Ipod and saw this song on repeat. I put in in Music Video Format for your viewing pleasure:

Fall Leaves & UFO bowls

What's crazy is... we went to Horse Flats and SAW some effin horses!! (click the picture above for proof). The picture below shows Chase getting off his high horse... you can tell he was a little sketchy about his dismount:



Here's Burgi and Scott talking behind Chases back and snickering at him because his hips barely fit in the saddle:










Scott Surveys the damage over on King Tut... Elk Point just chills beyond the ridge line:



Mothering myself in Cheese below UFO Bowls #1 and 2. We'll be skiin those soon:

Introducing... "A.C. Slater"

Meet my new ride which I have tentatively named A.C. Slater (stands for All Conditions Slater). A.C. Slater has pressured me into renaming my other hog (my 1970 Trail 90) Kelly Kapowski, which is fitting since I always have high wasted jeans and big bangs whenever i get done riding her.



AC was previously owned and operated by a guy named Hans, an old German nazi that reportedly never let AC touch the dirt. Apollo and I devirginized AC in the hills just North of Bayside High School...

We discovered an ancient rope that helped us ascend and descend an old indian peyote trail:


We reached a secret spot high on the mountain side in a sacred canyon where Apollo smote a rock with his staff; from which pure water poured forth like a raging river; which we did drinketh in abundance:


We came across this ancient Indian parking lot:

Danky-Oregonean-T90er

She's back! My blackalicious beauty hit the trails late this fine afternooner. Luckily, I was able to find 12 or so new mountain bike trails. It seems there is more mountain biking here than in Provo. Then again it could just be the air up there. No matter, I stoked anyway because I put a new chain and smaller cog for more speed. Now I just need to get my speedometer working to clock this action.

Introducing the newest member of the T-90 club

Entering the ring on the 14th of Sept. 2008 at 7:41 am comes the Mooseman. Weighing in at a whopping 7 lbs 1 oz. and 19 inches gigantic.


Mooseman is lovin life under the sun as you can see from the chillin' pic with arms and legs spread wide Yoga style

Night Hoggin

Just a little night bloggin about our night hoggin up the Nob-Gobbler to Make Out Point... where we, of course, made out with one another. We went up Beast, hung a left on Apollo Burgi (the stretch of trail that was named after Burgi for his famous rock-dislodging accident). From there, we revved each others engines up Ireland to Nob-Gobbler until we reached the always anticipated Make Out Point.

I was actually only there in spirit as you can see from the following pictures:



Night hoggin in action: