oosik
Epic Contributor
When I was "younger" and lived in Alaska - I raced motorcycles. Never won - had a h e l l of a good time. But I was 24-26, married and knew I was destructible and would not live forever. I raced against younger fellow who didn't know that yet. Dirt track - 750 "Snortin' Norton" twin cylinder. Ice cold beers and red hot motorcycles.
There were a few "worked out" gravel pits in the area. Where the gravel ran out and all that was left was peat - acres & acres of peat. Ride all day - gigantic rooster tails of peat - never get even a little bit muddy.
There were a few "worked out" gravel pits in the area. Where the gravel ran out and all that was left was peat - acres & acres of peat. Ride all day - gigantic rooster tails of peat - never get even a little bit muddy.