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I have seen ice racers (for those in warm climates, ice is the solid form of water when it gets cold.... ) anyways these ice racing guys screw studs into their tires and are concerned about the screw part puncturing the tube. I have seen them take an old tire and cut the sidewall off and just have the tread area and then they would jam that into the tires with the studs screwed into it. So it would be tube - old tire no sidewall - new tire with studs. not sure how it would flex etc.. for trials applications,

The only time I have a problem of the lever hitting my fingers is when I smack a tree with the lever..............come to think of it, that happens too often...........

I have those little adjuster thingies on my fork as well, I changed from a 2000 Sherco to the 2003 GasGas. The Sherco had no adjusters, I have not touched the adjusters on the GasGas yet, partly because it works so much better as it is than the Sherco did and partly because I am scared I will mess it up and not be able to get the settings back to where it is now.........someday I may touch those little adjuster things. I suggest an Elliptical. with my arthritis in my knee the Elliptical is much smoother and less impact than a treadmill.............................now if I could just get up enough gumption to do more than just look at it. It makes an awesome coat rack.........

That would be fire the penguin is spitting, not ..........umm something else! OK ya zinged me back. I think we even. Back to the photos, Jamiebew, welcome to MotoTrials I am sure you will enjoy it and do just fine.

Are you asking because you are "interested"?

The little kid was the best part of that video!! yep, takes me a couple days to recover from a weekend of trials............... I getting old.....already been outa shape for a few years.

Great Riding going on and quite a bit of time and effort put into buidling that practice spot. I like the grill in the corner for break time!! Just need a beer fridge to finish it off!

Mr. Neutron, I for one, enjoy reading your posts. I like the style with which you write. but I tend to be "wordy" as well. Good to hear the forks are back to usable condition.

photocopier corner is a dangerous one, but OH so exilerating, you need to be careful of the rambling pack of "Office Women" that may appear at any time and step into your way without looking.

I may have given poor advice, after thinking about it. The tab I mentioned separates the two gears on the kickstart shaft when in running position. the buzzing I heard were these two gears on the kickstart shaft partially engaged, like what you would hear if the kickstart lever were held in the down position while engine is running. But for what it's worth, that tab was only worn a little bit and caused that problem so if you are already in there it may be a good thing to replace it. I am not sure if that tab has anything to do with your current problem. sorry I was a bit of a for a moment there. That tab bolts on the shiny spot just below the "round alcove" looking part of the case sealing surface. You have removed the tab in the picture you posted.

Does it make a "buzzing" noise while running? I had an issue on a 2000 2.9 where it would buzz when running, there is a metal tab that bolts to the case that separates the kickstarter gears and mine was worn down too thin. This allowed the idle gear to partially mesh with the clutch gear. Causing wear on gears. Not too sure if that is what is happening here.

Looks like quite a pool of talented and dedicated people. This next statement is not meant to take away from the "older" riders at all, But I like the inclusion of a "youngen" on the Committee. The "older" riders bring experience from a wide range of years and has seen many parts of trials come and go and that experience will be needed. The "youngen" brings a view point of what the next generation will be looking at in terms of trials and the direction they would like to see it go. On Edit: Also great to see a lady trials rider as a member of the committee. Need more input from the ladies on to how to get more ladies involved in riding. Well chosen Members of the Committee

Just keep having fun, don't worry about being Toni Bou. I have learned over the years that good technique can be tought by a rider of any age if they know what they are doing. So yes, I do listen to younger riders as well as those my age and above. But there is something the average 14 year old can teach you that the average 40 year old cannot..........NO FEAR! Rotten kids have no fear, they just GO FOR IT!

Nope, to give the illusion that it is so desireable that someone will want to steal it.

Oh sure, rub it in!! My daily driver almost has a muffler on it, if I would have spent $5 more I could have gotten one with baffles in it.

Don't sit directly on the mudguard. Move forward just a bit. Also what year and make of bike. How the mud guard attaches may be good to know. Like older Sherco's had a subframe to sit on where the mudguard started to curve. But GasGas is all air box out there.

from Jalopnik http://jalopnik.com/this-is-the-most-embarrassing-plane-pooping-story-ever-1456846301 Most Embarrising plane pooping story: Just over halfway through the flight, all the coffee in my stomach feels like it's percolating its way down into my lower intestine. I hunker down and try and focus on other things. What feels like an hour, but probably isn't more than twenty minutes, passes. We then enter what turns out to be pretty violent turbulence. With each bounce, I have to fight my body, trying not to **** my pants. "Thirty minutes to landing, maybe forty five" I try and tell myself, each jostle a gamble I can't afford to lose. I signal to [the flight attendant] and she heads toward me. "Excuse me, where is the bathroom, because I don't see a door?" I ask while still devoting considerable energy to fighting off what starts to feel like someone shook a seltzer bottle and shoved it up my ass. She looks at me, bemused, and says, "Well, we don't really have one per se." She continues, "Technically, we have one, but it's really just for emergencies. Don't worry, we're landing shortly anyway." "I'm pretty sure this qualifies as an emergency," I manage to mutter through my grimace. I can see the fear in her face as she points nervously to the back seat. The turbulence outside is matched only by the cyclone that is ravaging my bowels. She points to the back of the plane and says, "There. The toilet is there." For a brief instant, relief passes over my face. She continues, "If you pull away the leather cushion from that seat, it's under there. There's a small privacy screen that pulls up around it, but that's it." At this point, I was committed. She had just lit the dynamite and the mine shaft was set to blow. I turn to look where she is pointing and I get the urge to cry. I do cry, but my face is so tightly clenched it makes no difference. The "toilet" seat is occupied by the CFO, i.e. our ******* client. Our ******* female ******* client! Up to this point, nobody has observed my struggle or my exchange with the flight attendant. "I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry." That's all I can say as I limp toward her like Quasimodo impersonating a penguin, and begin my explanation. Of course, as soon as my competitors see me talking to the CFO, they all perk up to find out what the hell I'm doing. Given my jovial nature and fun-loving attitude thus far on the roadshow, almost everybody thinks I'm joking. She, however, knows right away that I am anything but and jumps up, moving quickly to where I had been sitting. I now had to remove the seat top – no easy task when you can barely stand upright, are getting tossed around like a hoodrat at a block party, and are fighting against a gastrointestinal Mt. Vesuvius. I manage to peel back the leather seat top to find a rather luxurious looking commode, with a nice cherry or walnut frame. It had obviously never been used, ever. Why this moment of clarity came to me, I do not know. Perhaps it was the realization that I was going to take this toilet's virginity with a fury and savagery that was an abomination to its delicate craftsmanship and quality. I imagined some poor Italian carpenter weeping over the violently soiled remains of his once beautiful creation. The lament lasted only a second as I was quickly back to concentrating on the tiny muscle that stood between me and molten hot lava. I reach down and pull up the privacy screens, with only seconds to spare before I erupt. It's an alka-seltzer bomb, nothing but air and liquid spraying out in all directions – a Jackson Pollock masterpiece. The pressure is now reversed. I feel like I'm going to have a stroke, I push so hard to end the relief, the tormented sublime relief. "I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry." My apologies do nothing to drown out the heinous noises that seem to carry on and reverberate throughout the small cabin indefinitely. If that's not bad enough, I have one more major problem. The privacy screen stops right around shoulder level. I am sitting there, a disembodied head, in the back of the plane, on a bucking bronco for a toilet, all while looking my colleagues, competitors, and clients directly in the eyes. "Pay no attention to that man behind the curtain!" briefly comes to mind. I literally could reach out with my left hand and rest it on the shoulder of the person adjacent to me. It was virtually impossible for him, or any of the others, and by others I mean high profile business partners and clients, to avert their eyes. They squirm and try not to look, inclined to do their best to carry on and pretend as if nothing out of the ordinary was happening, that they weren't sharing a stall with some guy crapping his intestines out. Releasing smelly, sweaty, shame at 100 feet per second. "I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry" is all the ashamed disembodied head can say…over and over again. Not that it mattered.

Who needs a rack?

Which is much better than having it see full throttle after a crash! But that's a different thread entirely.....

YES SIR!! Later today I will be increasing my traction coefficient by 12oz. (if it's a bad day at work then maybe 36oz)

That is not overweight as you say sir, that is more gravitational push onto the pegs to increase the coefficient of traction.

Excellent suggestion, Biffsgasgas was at that event.........I heard Ryan Young took some time to do some observing. Biffsgasgas while riding the section told Ryan "Thank you for checking" and then promptly went over the bars. (I tell the story because Biffsgasgas posted a pic of me going over the bars in the "Show your GasGas" thread)

Welcome, Buy the bike that feels "right" when you ride it........(cough GasGas cough cough) As far as age goes, it's only a number, unless you can use it to your advantage. A fellow Team WGASA member is in his Mid to low 50's and rides Expert class. very well also................Although he can crash with the best(?) of them. He has had some really spectacular offs and got back on the bike and rode the next section.

That front brake is AWESOME!! This is what happened upon landing, yes the handlebar is INSIDE my boot. Mama always said I was some kind of special.