Joined: Thu Jun 09, 2005 9:11 pm
Location: Brookings OR
or just read this ramble... "Journey to the 22cd anY al Black Dawg"
(what a trip it waz)
It started out like any "normal" Black dog journey
less the 16 by 20 foot tarp, assorted 2 by 4's, a few loose screws, a couple of hours of set up time in the dark rain, and all that otter sheite stuff.
Because Bonnie Meadowes went off and bought this olde 1986 Toyota camper thing that promised to Eleve I Ate “all the stresses of the normal wind factory associated with early June in the windy burg of O’Dell, lifting your pickup off its tires at 3 AM. I know, it is hard to believe, kind of like the presidential commander in chief, but I bought the durn thing and let her fly…
This being a ramble you just kind of go with it, or not.
A couple of winters later, after sorting the good parts from the bad parts of said “instant camper thinga~mah~bob~ E”, (kinda like my XR 250 rebuilds, a few bad clanky parts sneek back in while I am sleeping it off).
Of Note is the “power to weight Ratio”, on an XR 250 the power to weight ratio calculated something like this, “No power / a bunch of weight”, but I helped this by eating every day, not working out, and carrying a spare new non clunky engine in my backpack, oh yeah and some water with electrolytes. I learned about electrolytes while shivering in 100 degree something that I can remember very well ?
But this Toyota camper has a 2400 cc engine,
that’s FOUR (count them) XR 600’s pulling a 7000 # unlaiden chassis with a fiberglass house on it, pulling a bike trailer, with an XR 250 on it, and all my S**T.