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Taking a 220 mile bike trip with a bud, He's on a Superhawk, I'm on a 750 Kat. About 20 miles into the ride we are traveling behind a horse trailer, doing about 60. All of a sudden it looks like a giant bag of grass clippings falls out of the trailer and explodes into a green mist. Needless to say when we rode through the cloud we discovered that it was in fact processed grass clippings!
We both pulled over and to our dismay we only had one wet wipe between the two of us, to clean both of us, and our bikes.
After using the microscopic wiper well past it's service limit, I turned to my bud and remarked, "I only have two things to say. I'm glad horses aren't carnivores, and are we going to tell anyone about this?"
True story.
Taking a 220 mile bike trip with a bud, He's on a Superhawk, I'm on a 750 Kat. About 20 miles into the ride we are traveling behind a horse trailer, doing about 60. All of a sudden it looks like a giant bag of grass clippings falls out of the trailer and explodes into a green mist. Needless to say when we rode through the cloud we discovered that it was in fact processed grass clippings!
We both pulled over and to our dismay we only had one wet wipe between the two of us, to clean both of us, and our bikes.
After using the microscopic wiper well past it's service limit, I turned to my bud and remarked, "I only have two things to say. I'm glad horses aren't carnivores, and are we going to tell anyone about this?"
True story.
Your 12 yrs old you love riding wheelies up hills and carry them out as far as you can go.Slow 1st gear wheelies strait up,it feels so good you tuck your right foot under the rear break lever.Barely moving and strait up sweeeeet.Ok getting closer to that building better put it down soon...cant get on the brake ...no prob dump the throttle gulp that didnt work at that point began to laugh and rode that 5 mile per hour wheelie right into the side of a school. {1971 TS 125}
) ANYWAY, We were riding up to Kent Falls, CT(use to live in CT) on a very dark road. There was only one street light ahead of us and all of a sudden there was a train whisle. It scared us so much that the two of us literally left the seat. Now we're both looking around franticly for the train. My buddy stops and that is when we realized the the street light that we saw was actully the headlight come towards was on the tracks the run parallel to the road. After the pucker factor went away all we could do was laugh and go back home. After that riding was nolonger fun that night. 
I bet that was the last time they dumped their trash in that dumpster. 
