Obviously it wasn't my lack of ability that was holding me back, so I joined some other degenerates with KLX650s and Team Ballistic was formed. We were all of the same thought: More power!
The pinnacle of KLX650 evolution, I am proud to say was "Luggage": Devil pipe, strange doings in the air-box and an Acerbis tank to allow me to puff and pant faster and longer ...... at the time it made sense.....
We discovered Spain, specifically The Picos.
They didn't care where you rode.
You could drink red wine at lunch time.
You could ride off-road for 30 miles without a junction....
It's different now: The routes got shared and shared again. The traffic became too much for the Guardia to ignore....
Then we came back to England and nasty people in red socks didn't like us and it didn't seem like fun....after Spain..