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--(there were previous trips to these I just started to make these....--) Key
*=Sad trip
**=Ruled
Trip #5
(5/19/99) (**)
I went to my friend's home because his cousin brought over his 70cc Honda. I chilled there played around. then after that I went onto the straight away. I saw some lame quaders with their children goin all slow. I waved and roosted them. I went down towards the end of the trail and begun some doughnuts heh. Well, the next planed trip is 5/20 haha.
Trip #4
(3/1/99)
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This was not realy a riding trip, yet it was alot of fun. I went to my friend's house to work on our Paintball field. We worked and worked and worked. Then I took the quad out and started speeding throught mud pudles and bogging out since my tires are kinda bald. then i went riding over trees. then we took a break and started taking down this old house by hand. Then we used my quad to bring ply wood to make Bunkers. When we were done we chilled out. played with the RC cars, and i jumped my quad a little. Then I went home
Trip #3
(3/1/99)
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This one was not realy a riding trip. I went to my friends house where we played around with R.C's for awhile. I left about 4:30 to do a little riding. I stayed on 1 straght away praticing speed,whellies, and doughts for about 30 minutes. Then I went home, a rippin up trip well done.
(2/16/99)
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Well this was not a fun trip. My friend's dirtbike did'nt run too well so we had to turn around after about 3 minutes of riding. Okay so we went to his house and had a good time just cleaning his bike. Then I had to go home 'cuz it was getting dark. So on my way home I was rippin' up. I was about to take my last run down the straght-away i fouled a plus and had to push it like 1 mile...(that sucks)
Trip #2
(2/15/99)
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Me and my friend Jimmy went back to the area where he broke down on the 13th. The water was still to my scilencer, and then rut within thoe's puddles were deep. I just went ripping through them on my Blaster. We went about 1 mile back into the "red spot" as we call it because you can rip around all day in this small and not get bored becuase the mud is so thick. We went all the way back into the real trails did one lap. After that we went all the way back to the "red spot" and ripped around a little more. Turned around I went flying down off a small cliff in 3rd gear. I went up onto a big hill, and and just keep treding through the murky water. We went all the way back to the beging of the trail and chilled. We could not stop laughing even when we got stuck in mud upto my muffler!!!
Trip #1
(2/13/99)
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Me and my friend Jimmy went to go for a ride at like 4:00. We went real deep into the woods, the water was so high it was covering me engin, and almost my scilencer. We went a good mile or two in, then after ripping around for like 5 minutes, we decided to turn around. We got about 1/2 way home. Then jimmy's CR-80 started reving up uncontrobly. So he ended up walking it home in the pitch black dark. He asked me to goto his house and tell his parents. So I did as I was asked. When, I got there they offered me munchies but I denied. His parents had him walk it home since he was so close. Dood, he must have been so exausted. I like to ride with people like that, that endure crap like that and keep riding, and under stand it happin's to good riders. I don't like wossie's that after somthing happin's to then they go crying away from the sport, they are a waste of man kind...