Norm
Senior FZ6 Advisor
My friend Ed invited my son, Jake, and I up to his cottage in Norway, Maine. Boys weekend, that sort of thing. Well Jake drove the RAV4 but I rode the Fizz figuring I'd take a ride or two around the area. Before leaving I oiled the chain and shined him up.
Here he is looking like a predator:
When we got to Ed's it was pitch black. This is a picture of the quarter mile dirt road taken the next day (yesterday). There was even a patch of snow still left which I rode right over. The Fizz and I were shakin' and bakin' and Jake was following me (I didn't want to ride into his dust) laughing but I didn't go down. There were also steep inclines and declines and by today, after going in and out of this road a number of times, I felt like a regular dirt biker. The Fizz, while no dirt bike, is a superbly balanced bike and if you keep your wits about you you can power and twist yourself out of controlled slides. This wasn't the first time I've taken him over dirt and mud but it was the first time I attempted it with a little speed, during the daytime. This part is about the smoothest and cleanest pass.
Having accomplished this I managed to find some more dirt roads in Norway:
Mr. Fizz had never seen cows before so we stopped to let him get a closer look. At first he thought they were Harleys:
He was also intrigued by the guys doing farm stuff:
As we came upon a small lake in Waterford, ME:
I spotted an old stone library with the hours posted as 10 AM to 2 PM Monday to Saturday. To go along with the great hours of operation there was all of about 200 books, give or take...
Mr. Fizz is a sucker for lakes so of course we had to stop again:
Here he is looking like a predator:
When we got to Ed's it was pitch black. This is a picture of the quarter mile dirt road taken the next day (yesterday). There was even a patch of snow still left which I rode right over. The Fizz and I were shakin' and bakin' and Jake was following me (I didn't want to ride into his dust) laughing but I didn't go down. There were also steep inclines and declines and by today, after going in and out of this road a number of times, I felt like a regular dirt biker. The Fizz, while no dirt bike, is a superbly balanced bike and if you keep your wits about you you can power and twist yourself out of controlled slides. This wasn't the first time I've taken him over dirt and mud but it was the first time I attempted it with a little speed, during the daytime. This part is about the smoothest and cleanest pass.
Having accomplished this I managed to find some more dirt roads in Norway:
Mr. Fizz had never seen cows before so we stopped to let him get a closer look. At first he thought they were Harleys:
He was also intrigued by the guys doing farm stuff:
As we came upon a small lake in Waterford, ME:
I spotted an old stone library with the hours posted as 10 AM to 2 PM Monday to Saturday. To go along with the great hours of operation there was all of about 200 books, give or take...
Mr. Fizz is a sucker for lakes so of course we had to stop again: