24hr team enduro. Started off well enough, then the rains started. Five guys, three bikes with lights. Dark closed in. I was waiting my turn. The guys coming back in had a disturbing "1,000 yard" stare as they stepped off mud encased bikes. I went out. Lights on the bike and on the helmet. I felt good. +/-18 miles a lap. My training was paying off. I came back in. Nobody was suited up to go out. Further inquiry revealed that my buddies were calling it for the day. "Bag it. I'll do another lap." And off I went...
Soo. Around half way through, the big LED bike lights started flashing like a strobe, then finally failed (later diagnosed as a poor ground). "No problem, I still have the helmet lights." I thought confidently. Yeah. Well, I had forgotten to swap the battery pack for those during my stop. Sooo. They went of a few miles later. And it is serously dark. In the mud. Exhausted as I had started to drop the bike more often in my fatigue.
Down into the a low area, flying blind, I stuck her but good. I waited for another rider. And waited. Shoot. So I walked up a hill where I could see the camper village maybe a mile away. Good enough. Walking in MX gear is very relaxing. I could see the other riders off in the distance here and there.
They sent out the tow rig to bring in the stuck moto, and I did the sensible thing and got some sleep.
