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This weekend's news from dumont: Dad breaks sternum. Poor bastard, his broken finger isn't even healed up yet. His first time on a two-stroke (this one is a quad) since the 80's & he was raving about how fun it is to keep them in their powerband. Tearing across some flat terrain, he came across a "witches eye" (wind eddy makes a big hole in the sand) too late to do anything. Doc say's it's no big deal, just painful till it heals. I told him he was my hero and hopefully I'll still be breaking stuff when I'm OLD AS SHIT. Witches eye is a stupid name, though. I'd suggest "witches puss" or maybe just "fucking hole in the ground"

Here's a few pics:



it's difficult to convey just how much damn fun this is. I tried to take a few pics looking down or up steep bowls and other impressive views, but mostly the pics ended up being of my knees or the roof.



It's difficult to convey how humbling it is to get towed back to camp by a pink buggy.
Yep, it's all blowed up. Or should I say it's blowed all to hell? -I suspect a spun bearing, best case scenerio a bent valve or pushrod, worst a cracked crank or thrown rod. A cracked crank would be best to put on the mantle, though.

I'll pull the motor this weekend and find out.
That is, after I take the newest rescued (kidnapped?) puppie for a workout.
I really wanted the guy to stick to his already reasonable price so I could walk away from it, but he took my offer happily. Spotless, 100% stock, only 2,047 miles on the odometer from 1975 until today. UNTIL I RODE IT HOME, MWAAA-HA-HA-HA-HA. Pure evil, I am. I deserve the standard death that H1's are known for delivering.


And what the hell, one more fun thing. It's the Gospel Bluegrass hit that's sweeping my livingroom!