Funny stuff mud.
It tries its best to suck your wheels from under you-front one way,the rear spinning hopelessly in the opposite direction.Your instinct tells you to go slower,your brain knows you must apply more gas,a constant dilemna for all dirtbikers.In fact ”Gass it!” seems to be the cure for all awkward moments encountered on the trail.If it all fails,mud provides a nice soft landing at least!
Mud is ok when it shows itself to the world.
A farmtrack with petrol tank- deep gullies,the result of the monster 4 wheel drive John Deere tractors paid for with EU subsidies,presents no problem to the greenlaner-luv ,em.
A stretch of boggy moorland churned to butter consistency by a thousand pirellis-no problem!as they say just”gass it!”
Its when mud secretes itself,when it presents a crust of vegetation to the unsuspecting or a small innocuous puddle, barely afforded a second glance-the beast snatches the passing wheel and sucks you down into his stinking lair. Read the rest of this entry »
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