Went up one size on my pilot and main jets around the lean Suzuki needle yesterday, then trucked (!) my bike to Moonrocks to ride in the sweet conditions after the rain. There were about 20 trucks in the first staging area! I've seen at most 5 or 6 there.
The jetting was better, but still weird. I decided to switch back to the lean Yamaha needle but then I figured the Zook needle might be OK. It still feels lean and droning, but it's nice for slow, technical riding.
I got up on Dogskin mountain, hooked up with some riders, followed them down, then went back up alone. That's when I got into trouble. I got myself into multiple predicaments and I was actually terrified at one point. I have never been terrified on a motorcycle.
Here's one of the gnarly downhills. That's my bike top left.
It's not even a trail, just a couple bike tracks through and over rocks down a steep hill.
I got there when I followed a downhill trail that I couldn't get back up. But I'm good at going down things; gravity is my friend. Or so I thought.
Once today I ended up with my bike upside down and once I ended up sitting with the handlebar on my boot. I was never strong or fit to begin with, and following my illness and surgery, I've lost muscle mass and strength. I was lucky to muster the strength to get out of my predicaments.
So Dogskin canyons might be off the menu for my solo rides for the future.
I can still ride the ridge and drop in to a known easy canyon with a known easy route out. But if I miss the turn I'll end up in that gnarly shit that turned my bike upside down.
I saw some cool stuff today. A Chinook helicopter was practicing landing on a hill, taking his sweet time without somebody firing a DSHK at him. Two coyotes were as big as wolves (likely from eating the plentiful jackrabbits as big as dogs). I ran smack into a herd of mule deer, including a buck. I saw one, lone feral horse.