berth
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Last weekend, I went to an off road training school down here in So Cal.
The place is called Moto Ventures, and it was really an excellent facility and the staff was top notch, friendly, and helpful. Large, all sorts of terrain. It's in Anza CA, which has some altitude. I don't think I'd go in deep summer. But this weekend was beautiful. Couldn't ask for better weather.
The local BMW dealer, Irv Seaver, was sponsoring some BMW training, and set up a camping weekend, bringing down their staff and a chef to cook meals. The Irv Seaver guys were great too.
For me, it didn't go that well though.
I had a very ignominious start.
My plan was to do two days of training, the first day using one of their bikes, and the second day with my 750GS. Sounded like a great plan. Get some skills and a bit of experience on Sat, they follow up on my bike to get some more experience, and confidence.
I was going to stay at a local Hotel/Casino, so I came down Friday afternoon. I found the Casino, and passed the course area on the way in, less than a mile back. So, I simply turned around and wanted to check in and find out more about what was going on with the camping and meals and such.
I arrived at the site, and then discovered that the entry road is quite sandy. I was certainly not expecting that, and I'm on my bike with 100% street tires (the plan was to air them down for the course later). But, I decided to press forward and...dumped the bike.
This did a couple of things. First, it leveraged the "easy break" part of the clutch level, so now I have a shorty. But, worse, it trapped my foot under the bike. It was pinned by the mounting point for the luggage.
I struggled quite a bit with this, managed to get a phone call into the host of the training, who called the folks camping at the site (less than a 1/4 mile away).
By the time they got to me, I was finally able to dig out my foot. But I must say, it was a scary moment. I was stuck 10-15m (it felt like) working my way out.
They helped me right the bike, and we moved on from there.
This pretty much ruined my weekend. I was never comfortable on their bike. Every twitch felt like the brink of disaster. It also told me that any idea of actually using my bike was utter folly. Not just now, but even in the future.
My hope and dream was to be able to use this as a springboard to try and explore simple fire roads. Not looking to do X games or single track or anything like that, just explore some fire roads. You know, "adventure" bike. But this demonstrated, to a point, the worst that can happen. I wasn't even hurt, but I was legitimately trapped. If I wasn't pinned against some sand that was easy enough to dig out, I'd have been in real trouble if I'd been out in the wild.
But it also made me ask, skipping the whole disaster part, "When does this get fun?"
It was exhausting, I'll say that. Part of that was the school bike didn't fit me, and when we were doing stand up riding, I was in a pretty bad position, and that just wrecked me energy wise.
But even then, maybe it's more fun when it's a bit faster. Running around in first gear doing technical drills, eh. Not that speed is the goal, but my theory is if you go a bit faster, then the twitches smooth out, feel less disastrous. At slow speed, always feels like I'm losing something or other.
I dunno. It was not a good experience for me. When I went home after the first day, I knew I was done when I was watching a TV ad for paint and the guy with the roller swerved a little bit. Just seeing that triggered some latent anxiety. I contacted the school and told them I wouldn't be back the next day.
Make no mistake, this was all me, the staff and facility and BMW guys were 10/10, top drawer.
I don't know what to do now, I don't know if I'll try this again or not.
The place is called Moto Ventures, and it was really an excellent facility and the staff was top notch, friendly, and helpful. Large, all sorts of terrain. It's in Anza CA, which has some altitude. I don't think I'd go in deep summer. But this weekend was beautiful. Couldn't ask for better weather.
The local BMW dealer, Irv Seaver, was sponsoring some BMW training, and set up a camping weekend, bringing down their staff and a chef to cook meals. The Irv Seaver guys were great too.
For me, it didn't go that well though.
I had a very ignominious start.
My plan was to do two days of training, the first day using one of their bikes, and the second day with my 750GS. Sounded like a great plan. Get some skills and a bit of experience on Sat, they follow up on my bike to get some more experience, and confidence.
I was going to stay at a local Hotel/Casino, so I came down Friday afternoon. I found the Casino, and passed the course area on the way in, less than a mile back. So, I simply turned around and wanted to check in and find out more about what was going on with the camping and meals and such.
I arrived at the site, and then discovered that the entry road is quite sandy. I was certainly not expecting that, and I'm on my bike with 100% street tires (the plan was to air them down for the course later). But, I decided to press forward and...dumped the bike.
This did a couple of things. First, it leveraged the "easy break" part of the clutch level, so now I have a shorty. But, worse, it trapped my foot under the bike. It was pinned by the mounting point for the luggage.
I struggled quite a bit with this, managed to get a phone call into the host of the training, who called the folks camping at the site (less than a 1/4 mile away).
By the time they got to me, I was finally able to dig out my foot. But I must say, it was a scary moment. I was stuck 10-15m (it felt like) working my way out.
They helped me right the bike, and we moved on from there.
This pretty much ruined my weekend. I was never comfortable on their bike. Every twitch felt like the brink of disaster. It also told me that any idea of actually using my bike was utter folly. Not just now, but even in the future.
My hope and dream was to be able to use this as a springboard to try and explore simple fire roads. Not looking to do X games or single track or anything like that, just explore some fire roads. You know, "adventure" bike. But this demonstrated, to a point, the worst that can happen. I wasn't even hurt, but I was legitimately trapped. If I wasn't pinned against some sand that was easy enough to dig out, I'd have been in real trouble if I'd been out in the wild.
But it also made me ask, skipping the whole disaster part, "When does this get fun?"
It was exhausting, I'll say that. Part of that was the school bike didn't fit me, and when we were doing stand up riding, I was in a pretty bad position, and that just wrecked me energy wise.
But even then, maybe it's more fun when it's a bit faster. Running around in first gear doing technical drills, eh. Not that speed is the goal, but my theory is if you go a bit faster, then the twitches smooth out, feel less disastrous. At slow speed, always feels like I'm losing something or other.
I dunno. It was not a good experience for me. When I went home after the first day, I knew I was done when I was watching a TV ad for paint and the guy with the roller swerved a little bit. Just seeing that triggered some latent anxiety. I contacted the school and told them I wouldn't be back the next day.
Make no mistake, this was all me, the staff and facility and BMW guys were 10/10, top drawer.
I don't know what to do now, I don't know if I'll try this again or not.
