Let me see if I can describe the riding in Costa Rica... Greasy, sloppy, rocky, rutted, challenging, but most of all: FUN! We had an absolute blast out on the trails. Everything from blazing down dirt and gravel roads, to picking our line between big washouts in steep downhill sections, there was just about every type of riding you could imagine. One of the neat things about Costa Rica is you can ride your dirt bike right down the roads. So getting from trail to trail was no big deal, even on a YZ450f with no lights (although no lights did prove to be a bit of an issue later in the day).
Taking it all in after an intense uphill mud section:
Regrouping was done after each section, and “go-rounds” were available for anyone who didn't want to tackle the really tough stuff.
We endured some pretty heavy rains, which made the trails even more slippery, and a challenge to keep the goggles clean. Tearoffs were the one thing that I didn't expect to need on this trip, and thus they stayed at home in my garage...
Another great day on two wheels!
So after an entire afternoon of grueling off road riding, it was time to head back towards the resort. We made our way to the main paved road, and started the ride back. A few minutes into the pavement ride, my bike sputtered and died – outta gas. No worries, the group will come back for me!
Two guys were behind me when I pulled off, and I heard them speed up to let the leaders know I was out of fuel. ...and then they disappeared into the sunset. They are coming back... aren't they??
Well, I thought, maybe they know the Polaris and two more guys are still behind me somewhere... So I sat on the side of the road and waited...
I figured it would only be a few more minutes for them to show up, but it was starting to get darker...
I mean, really dark. No lights on these roads!
I made the realization that I didn't even have my wallet on me, so even if I could find gas, I couldn't buy any. Luckily I had set a waypoint in my GPS for the resort, so I knew I was only a couple of miles away. I could push the bike that far if need be. Just as I was contemplating that thought, two of the guides pulled up, one of them on the KTM 2 stroke, which was being towed by the XR-400. Apparently one of the last guys got stuck in the mud, then broke the kick-starter off of his bike trying to start it back up!
They asked me if I'd be comfortable riding the KTM back.... hmm... let's see, being towed with a rope tied to the handlebar down a highway in the dark in Costa Rica.... What's option number 2? We looked around and found an old coke bottle someone had tossed (side note: Costa Rica was surprisingly clean), disconnected the fuel line from the XR, and soon I had 20oz of wonderful gasoline back in my tank. After a few kicks the YZ fired right back up, and I found my way back to the resort in the dark. What a day!
Track from day 1 is in yellow:
You can see that we went from sea level up to about 2300 feet, but what really tells the story is how steep the ascents and descents were!
In total we did about 51 miles (I ran out of gas at 49). That may not sound like much, but out on these trails, in these conditions, it's a lot! ...or maybe the miles are longer here.... My rear tire probably did more like 200 miles, anyway.