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Ever been lost on your bike?
Ever feel the sting of humility, then the secret delight you feel when you somehow find out where you are?
My friend recently told me about his experience getting lost on his bike, going along a shoreline in Mexico, and forgetting where they turned onto the beach all the while the tide slowly drowning the beach with waves.
I got lost on my 125 Honda when I was a wee kid camping outside of Gould, CO with my family. I took off racing down the blacktop on my bike, an unusual privilege, because back then, North Park outside of Gould had no cops and no cars. Just a beautiful black top road. Off I went into the distance. After racing all out for 20 miles or so, I went down a logging road into the horizon to the west, an orange ball of sun setting in the silhouette of trees that surrounded me.
My new bike was soo speedy versus my old trail 90 I was so elated! Deeper into the forest I went till the logging track I had been following sort of disappeared! Imagine that! I stopped and killed the engine and the sudden change in light as the bike's magneto quit spinning volts reminded me it was just about dark; all the way dark. I knew in an instant I was lost!
I can see the headlines now;
" Brain deranged boy lost in forest; parents have no clue as to where he went"
I disappeared also into the dark, and for about 2 hours, I was hopelessly lost 20 miles from campsite, no one knew where this idiot 13 yr old kid was, in fact the 13year old sh-- for brains could not tell east from west, was crying and racing around looking for any sign, a mark a clue as to how to get out of there. My bike was two days new, still figuring it out, and I am flailing around looking for home, headlight going round and round over a mile of so... for a breif instant I thought I was going to die !
As the tall dark lodge pole pine trees and giant bushes of mountain mahogany looming grey in the shadows of the headlight Everywhere I went, I ran into down timber, so I somehow knew to go to my right every time I hit a timber fall, and I eventually would find my route out (or so I thought) The worst part was I had very little gas in the tank; not quite reserve, but close.
Cry like a baby; big motorcycle man (boy) really did it this time. Finally I saw what I was looking for; a single knobby tire track on a loose spot on the forest floor. I got back and never told mom and dad my ordeal, just told them I was out enjoying the local amenities at the general store in Gould.
Ever feel the sting of humility, then the secret delight you feel when you somehow find out where you are?
My friend recently told me about his experience getting lost on his bike, going along a shoreline in Mexico, and forgetting where they turned onto the beach all the while the tide slowly drowning the beach with waves.
I got lost on my 125 Honda when I was a wee kid camping outside of Gould, CO with my family. I took off racing down the blacktop on my bike, an unusual privilege, because back then, North Park outside of Gould had no cops and no cars. Just a beautiful black top road. Off I went into the distance. After racing all out for 20 miles or so, I went down a logging road into the horizon to the west, an orange ball of sun setting in the silhouette of trees that surrounded me.
My new bike was soo speedy versus my old trail 90 I was so elated! Deeper into the forest I went till the logging track I had been following sort of disappeared! Imagine that! I stopped and killed the engine and the sudden change in light as the bike's magneto quit spinning volts reminded me it was just about dark; all the way dark. I knew in an instant I was lost!
I can see the headlines now;
" Brain deranged boy lost in forest; parents have no clue as to where he went"
I disappeared also into the dark, and for about 2 hours, I was hopelessly lost 20 miles from campsite, no one knew where this idiot 13 yr old kid was, in fact the 13year old sh-- for brains could not tell east from west, was crying and racing around looking for any sign, a mark a clue as to how to get out of there. My bike was two days new, still figuring it out, and I am flailing around looking for home, headlight going round and round over a mile of so... for a breif instant I thought I was going to die !
As the tall dark lodge pole pine trees and giant bushes of mountain mahogany looming grey in the shadows of the headlight Everywhere I went, I ran into down timber, so I somehow knew to go to my right every time I hit a timber fall, and I eventually would find my route out (or so I thought) The worst part was I had very little gas in the tank; not quite reserve, but close.
Cry like a baby; big motorcycle man (boy) really did it this time. Finally I saw what I was looking for; a single knobby tire track on a loose spot on the forest floor. I got back and never told mom and dad my ordeal, just told them I was out enjoying the local amenities at the general store in Gould.