Where did this take place? Was it around Hayward and it's environs?
I spoke with a friend this weekend that said he and his dad managed to turn around once on the uphill side of the river and head back the way they came in. Wow.
I rode this event on Bultaco Bandido 360. I don't know how any one could get back up the hill. I made it across the river and up the hill on the other side. I was happy to just get my bike back to the start area.
Dad and friends were in the race it had rained very heavy for a week are so before, the CC camp river was flowing fast .Are start time 10:35 I got to the first cheek in good time but got lost due to the running colors on arrows & people turning around it was a mess. Dad on his Sachs w/out lights along with Rick on his Penton made it back riding behind a bike w/lights at 11:05 at night we had to cut his two pair of Levis off him, he asked for a beer before we could get it he drank a shot. I ended up thinking the finish was the 2nd stop for gas. My friend who was waiting thought I won what'a laugh my Penton was trashed. Rick & dad said going down the hill to the river they were off there bikes 3 gear gas-ing on pushing them with solid wheels of mud. Making it though the now deep river, made it so you couldn't get a run, dad still wants to punch the guy on the greeves who center punched him crossing the river who hit a rock.
I was a "RICHMOND RAMBLER" back in the day.My # was 1356 to start...ON AN ACE 100 HODAKA...When I got to the river there were 100's of M/C's stuck...My Hodaka and I finished the event.Made it back to the Rambler campsite 7:00 that night..The club graced me with " HODAKA DAVE" the rest is history..What a great ride...
I rode the Enduro also. It rained the week before and the day during the Enduro. I made it to the river which was at one time a stream and I managed to make it across then it was all a muddy uphill all the way to the noon check which I made it to. I had a number 346 and at the noon check the highest number that I saw there was a number 86 so I thought I was doing great. When I went to start my bike it wouldn't start. I pulled the plug it was packed full of mud. Someone loan me a spark plug my bike started and it rattled like hell. I drove a little further and there was a sign that said Finish Line 50 miles Camp 20 miles. With the sound of the engine I took the 20 mile route. I was soaking wet freezing cold and made it back to camp. I was so cold they had to pry me off of the bike. There was another friend of mine named Gary Clark who everyone called Iron Man. He rode the race got a rear flat tire before the first check found a barbed wire fence got the wire and wired his tire on to the rear Rim Road the entire race that way and finish the race. Out of 1,500 Riders there were only 47 that finished the race. By the way I never got a trophy for that race even though I was the only novel that made it to the noon check that I know of
I was there myself. i have chatted with a gentleman from D36 about this mud fest but can't recall his name. Can anyone help. By the way my number was like 1034. I go across the river just fine but could not get a shot up the other side as it was crowded with "downed' bikes. We went back across the river to backtrack but it was clogged with riders still trying to get down the hill. What a mess.
It was my first Enduro. It was put on by the Hayward M/C Six of us entered I was on a DT1 Yamaha, a borrowed bike I did not leave Middle Creek till way past 10 AM Had a high number I was foolish to think that the M/c would run the race if it was't doable. well things went well till the down hill above Thistle Glade which lead down hill to Rice Creek 2 miles further. It was so bad you had to use low gear to go down hill. Every few feet you had to remove the adobe like mud so the bike would move and steer. Down at the bottom there was about 200 motorcycles I wanted to get the mud off and ii rode into the creek to get it cleaner and take a try at the uphill on the other side. AsIstarted to cross the creek the bike threw a the chain and took out a chunk of the case. oil was pouring out I parked the bike and started walking back up the hill to a small camp. When I got there I thought that the M/C would come and get us. No luck,so I sat and waited and more riders walked in. We slept on the ground for a couple of hours and then decided to start walking we walked all night sometimes crossing creeks with our arms linked, the creeks wer swollen to small rivers by then. We walked in the mud as it was so dark it was the only way to tell you were on the road. We drank water of dripping leaves to wet our whistles. An Ex Marine showed us that trick. We saw a cra on the side of the dirt road stuck in the mud and jimmied the vent window open and found pnut butter and some other stuff and ate it Then we crossed Bear creek and walked up the hill and there were some M/C club members there with a bottle of Whiskey I remember taking a big slug and got in the back of a pickup for a ride back to Middle creek. I still ride there from time to and will never forget it time