Dirt Bikes and Tundra

I wouldn't care either. Unless you don't mind piston swaps and riding with your hair on fire all the time...perfect motorcycle to have fun on.

 

I have heard nothing but great reviews on the 350's. That will most likely be my next choice if I find one that isn't beat to shit for 7500.00.
This 250F I just purchased will be good for my daughter's next bike (if she wants it). In my experience (I have no woods racing experience) it was always easier to make a race bike a woods rider than the other way around. That being said, most of our woods riding is pretty high speed and less technical.

 

I figured you might chime in on the 350.

It is hard to have both on one dirtbike. If I could swing another it would be a KTM/Husky 250/300 2smoke for shitsngiggles.

 

What a day with my daughter. We laughed all the way home. This was her first time outside the wire (our fenced property)




The ride started off really well and she was having a blast. There was some trail maintenance going on so we got a little diversion to another trail. It wasn't as bad as taking a new skier down a double black diamond, but more of a hard blue run.

She crashed on a couple steep downhill parts of the trail. The class c soil (pea gravel), ruts, and roots got her a couple times. No injuries, but her clutch and front brake look like this:


I crashed once. I heard my daughter need help so I did a 180 on this tight trail, but I'm not 6'7" and lost my footing. Went down laughing the whole way.


As some of you know, my oldest daughter's name is Brooke....and she lived up to the name today. We had to do a water crossing. I had to fix her throttle since it was sticking. That is a no go for me. Got that working and I crossed first to show her how to do it. It was about 3/4 the way up my boot. So maybe a couple feet or a bit more. We she went for it and got caught up in something under the water. The bike went one way, she went swimming. She was fully submerged. Luckily the bike fell on the side where the air filter was up. She started yelling and was so angry since she thought the bike was now destroyed (she paid 3500 of her own money). We got it out and I just looked at her and said "Brooke trout" and both just started laughing so hard. My stomach still hursts.

She needed a break, and we took a short one. Storms were coming in (typical for afternoons in the mountains). We got moving and the trail did get more difficult in a few spots. To my surprise she started using more throttle and just let it eat. The last stretch was great.

She is exhausted. 3.5 hours of mountain trail riding and she is done. We stopped on the way out and she did her victory flex. He lower back is hurting a little, so she needs to work on her core a bit more. She had a good stance so that is usually the first thing that hurts.




Now I'm at home watching the storms and betting my big pussy.