TeeDubbin the Magical Beaver

Stupid question... Has the "Big Beav" ever let you down? Or... does the Pope poop or peepee in the woods?? NEGATORY good buds. This last trip was no exception. As the saying goes... "Diana has put away her bosom. Apollo has lifted his skirt. The day has been launched!" (this quote is always relevant)

Markleby and I took our motorbikes down to my cabin last week and pranced majestically -- scratch that -- galloped muscularly through the magical forests of Beaver on our steeds of passion. Their unequivocal glory and indestructible spirits carried our beautiful male bodies up ridges and down drainage's until the stench of our sinew was palpable in the once pristine Beaver mountain air. Our bromantic week has been catalogued in an HD video and a few images (all PG rated) that you can peruse below... please, hold your judgment until the last pixel has fired its rays of goodness upon your filthy eyeballs:

**Make sure to hit the "HD" button on the video player if you can afford the bandwidth... she's worth it!

The Charles Winter's Perspective

Horror on Squaw Mountain

A Preview of What's to Come... (Squawha 2009)

Lightning Ridge... JP's First Day Back

Jon-Paul Lewis (do you guys remember him?) returned to Utah yesterday so I thought the best thing to cure his moving-across-the-country-with-many-problems hangover, would be a nice fat dose of big mountains and old motorcycles.

We went up indian trail head, up the switchbacks to squaw peak road, and turned left on the burly single track that takes you straight up and over lightning ridge.


a couple hundred yards from the top of the ridge, we hit a 50 foot patch of snow that would prove to be impassable on the jane fonda honda's...

snow tripod... just jam your iphone into the snow, hit record, and wahlah!

Team Richard on a Exploratour turned SICKY!!!

CHAUSEY GOIN' DEEP!!!

Team Richard Minus One Richard Looking into the P-Town

                          Chausey Staring in Wonder and AHH on the Back Side of "Y" mountain.

T90ers: Winter Living, Outdoor Activities

Ain't no winter conditions gonna keep us T90ers down. While we can't get on our T90, we bust out the skiboards and we SKI90. Check it:

Chaseface arriving at the Egyptian Crotch.





Scootie on the Phace of Pharoah




Tracks on Triple P. Gotta ask Rushole for an explanation of the shot's name. Sumthin to do with peach rings. 3==>0


Why T90, when you can SKI90!

T90ers: Winter Living, Indoor Activities

The life of rugged T90er ain't over when winter hits and the snow covers the trails. We just put our rig in the garage and take cover inside a warm shelter. Here's a list of our indoor winter activities:

We wear sweaters.

We build fires and suck down nog.

We do the slowgrind with our huneys.




We party hard.



And we dream of when we can ride our T90s once again.

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: