Mud. Wow, that brings back memories. The first bike I bought my son was a 1982 Honda XR500 (still have it). One day I watched him ride around a corner towards a big mud hole. As I turned the corner I saw my son, covered in mud, standing on the side of the trail without his bike. I stopped and asked him where was his bike? He pointed to the large deep mud hole ten feet to his right. Well, after a few minutes of digging around we found it. Old XR500's are kinda heavy without mud, so when you add on another 50 or more pounds of mud (and water in the airbox and cylinder) they make for a real workout.
Well, we just turned her over, pulled the plug, pumped her clear of water and mud, squeezed the air filter of water, and she fired right up. Now, my son is drawn to mud like a firefly to a light. His mom just loves that.
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