Saturday, Michael and I went with Rachael, Dusty, and Shawn to Glamis.
My feet still are not happy so I rode with Dusty in the Manx. It was a lot of fun.
Something I hadn't done before was go to the sand drags. I was under the impression that there would be someone in charge to start and stop people. No way!!!
Spectators line up and park on each side of the designated area and then let the organized chaos begin.
We were parked close to the starting point. Here bikes, sand rails, regular trucks, and an assortment of odd vehicles just stand on the throttle and go. Sometimes they are 4-6 wide, sometimes alone but it's just go when ever you are ready and drive like the wind, or throw sand as high as you can and then drive like the wind.There were no boring gaps, they just run to the end and then calmly drive back to the start and do it again.
Awesome!!!
I did find that I still prefer the low rumble of an 8 cylinder compared to the wine of some of the foreign jobs. Not a big fan of the turbo sound either. I just like the low rumble of power that implies it can shake the ground you're standing on.
Interesting observation. There were only 7 women drivers, the rest were men or boys. Some by themselves, some with guy friends and a few with women passengers. Michael said it looked like they were hanging on in fear. Drivers come in all sizes, ages, and dressed up and down. Some vehicles were clean and shiny and some were just worn out shells with monster motors.
I defiantly prefer this over the slow pace of the drags on Ironwood.
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