Timekeeping Enduros
Since 1972
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February 14 & 15
Macho Man Enduro
New Camp, New Dirt, Same Old Fun
New camp area. New terrain. Brand-new single-track. Same great Trail Boss pulling the strings.
February 14–15, the TWMC crew is shaking things up for a familiar classic. Brett and his crew of trail-cutters have been out there doing the hard labor—mapping and plotting enduro tests that flow when you’re on it and bite when you’re not. Expect ribbon that snakes, climbs that sting, and single-track that rewards throttle control and punishes hesitation.
It’s Valentine’s weekend, so bring a dish for the potluck, bring your sweetheart if they’re brave, and most importantly bring your A-game—because the trail isn’t bringing flowers. You’re going to earn every mile, and you’ll love every minute of it.
2026 Broken Resolutions Results
HERE
NEW YEAR, NEW TERRAIN, SAME GREAT RACING!
A new season kicked off for the Training Wheels Motorcycle Club, and it felt like one of those rare opening rounds where everything actually worked. A fresh camping area turned into a solid home base, new faces rolled in to see what timekeeping is all about, and the early sparks of rivalries lit up as riders bumped into new classes and new competition.
Then there was Asher.
Known for hammering riders through nasty rock piles, Asher flipped the script this time. Forget endless rocks—this course flowed. And it flowed fast.
The layout served up a smart mix: tight, slow rock sections to keep riders honest, a couple of motocross-style twists and turns to test bike setup, and wide-open desert where twisting the throttle felt mandatory. It was a course that welcomed newcomers without turning the day into a survival test—and it still had enough bite to keep the veterans on edge.
With the terrain less brutal, the racing got razor-thin.
Beginner, Sport, Legends, Super Senior, Novice, Expert, and Master all ended up separated by 30 seconds or less—sometimes much less. Steph S and Luke B took wins in Sport and Beginner, while Legend Jay B edged Rod M to kick off his season in style. Dick C grabbed the Super Senior victory—because some things simply refuse to change. Tim M nearly stole a win but came up just three seconds short against District 36’s Andres R.
Jason H steamrolled the Novice class, capitalizing on the gap left by newly promoted Amateur Logan R. In Amateur, Jim B opened strong, holding off Hannah R. Meanwhile, Jackson R, new to Novice X, rode like a man on a mission and claimed his first Sunday victory with laser focus.
EXPERT CLASS: A NEW KING?
With last season’s dominant Robbie B moving up, the Expert class entered the year wide open. The question on everyone’s lips: Who’s next?
Alex K answered first.
Locked in a pressure-cooker duel with Bob S, Alex pulled off a clutch win by just nine seconds. The final split turned into a winner-take-all showdown—Bob entered with a one-second edge, but Alex found another gear through the only truly nasty section of the day, clawing back the lead and sealing the deal by 10 seconds.
That split? No joke.
Riders dropped down stepped waterfall ledges, tiptoed across off-camber slick rock, and clawed up awkward, greasy hills before rejoining the main course. Thankfully, Asher skipped a time check at the split exit, giving riders a chance to regroup and get back on time before the final check.
MASTER CLASS: A PHOTO FINISH FOR THE AGES
If there was one class that delivered pure drama, it was Master.
Matt E rolled into the finish feeling confident—17 seconds on the day and a likely podium. Then Brent B rolled in with even more swagger and a jaw-dropping 12-second timecard. You could practically hear him rearranging the trophy shelf in his head.
Then Jake showed up.
11 seconds.
Just when everyone thought the story was written, the deep, throaty bark of Thomas’ factory Kawasaki echoed through the trees. He came in hot—wide open, over the crest, hard on the brakes, rear wheel skipping sideways. Sitting back, muscling the bike straight, he scrubbed into the check like a factory pro.
10 seconds.
The win. The overall. And one of the closest finishes you’ll ever see—an incredible ride from the son of a GOAT, delivered with style, speed, and nerves of steel.
Broken Resolutions
Roll Charts
Route Sheet
Roll Chart W/O Speeds
2026 Broken Resolutions Enduro
January 24-25, 2026
Milford Road, Spangler OHV
35.60234, -117.53956
January 24-25, Training Wheels MC kicks off its 2026 season with the
9th Annual Broken Resolutions Enduro!
Come out and take part in all the activities and events we have planned!
Bad Santa Results are in!
RESULTS
TURNS
If you thought you’d already met every kind of turn a human could carve on two knobby tires, TWMC’s Bad Santa Jeff S was more than happy to prove you wrong. The man served up turns like a short-order cook on a Sunday brunch rush. Rocky turns, sandy turns, turns that climbed, turns that dropped, turns that tried to spit you off the high side, and turns so flat they made a lake bed look crowned. Bermed wonders, rut-traps, greasy skidders, hair-trigger throttle-twisters, and those dainty little tip-toe flickers that make you dream of the ballet.
And just when you thought the dictionary of direction-changes was full, Jeff unleashed a new one: the rolling-right-turn-off-camber-with-rolling-rocks-into-a-step-down-drop. If you rode it, you remember it. If you don’t recall, you probably still woke up in a cold sweat Monday morning. All this lunacy went down at the final round of the 2025 Training Wheels MC Timekeeping Enduro Championship, tucked into the gnarly hills of Hodge Road near Barstow.
Saturday night brought back the legendary tent, and with it the club’s patented potluck-and-raffle extravaganza. Kids got their annual dose of cheer from Santa, families turned their tables into festive real estate, and Rick and Maurice once again played the roles of delightful raffle elves. Big winners this year were Rod and Anna, and—somehow—Thomas, who wasn’t even there. Word is he might have mailed in his raffle tickets to the ladies running the show. Normally that’s a one-way ticket to Disqualification City, but the club let it slide on account of him recruiting a brand-new member. I guess babies make raffle ladies do crazy things.
As for the Saturday Beginner/Sport event… well, let’s just say it wasn’t exactly a gentle course. Riders had to tackle the same 2.5 miles of rocky, twisty, bone-shaking terrain the big kids ran—then cap it off with the final mile back to camp. Anyone who finished probably strutted around afterward like they had just soloed the Baja 1000, and honestly? Fair enough.
Luke B snagged the Beginner win and his shiny new Number 1 plate for the year. In Sport Class, Karen P had already locked up the championship before her front wheel even hit the dirt, so losing to Mia J was more of a polite courtesy than a crisis. And in the Junior Class, young ripper Xander M hauled home the hardware like a champ.
Sunday rolled in with that crisp “did someone leave the icebox open?” desert breeze, and with it came the last showdown of the season. In the Super Senior class, Dick C decided he’d had quite enough of suspense and went ahead and sealed the deal—winning the day and the championship over runner-up Stephan B. Dick didn’t just luck into glory, either. The guy showed up to every single round, rode like a man who still remembers when bikes came with choke knobs, and picked off three wins along the way. Consistency: it ain’t glamorous, but it beats the heck out of sitting on the couch.
Over in the Amateur class, things were spicier than a bowl of gas-station chili. Hannah R and Dave P came into the weekend so close you could’ve measured the gap with a machinist’s gauge. If Hannah had taken the win and Dave had slipped to third or worse, she’d have walked away with the plate. But Dave cracked his knuckles, muttered something about “not today,” and rode like a man being chased by a repo agent after his shiny new truck. He took the Sunday win and the 2025 Amateur Championship by sheer force of will (and maybe a little terror).
Things weren’t any calmer in Senior Expert, where Rick S and the club GOAT, Tim M, spent the year swapping wins like trading cards. Tim started slow, caught fire mid-season, then watched Rick slip past him down the stretch. Must be that CrossFit insanity Rick subjects himself to—apparently flipping tractor tires and jumping onto boxes really does make you faster in an enduro.
Speaking of domination, the Sandbagger of the Year trophy—if we ever print one—belongs to none other than Logan R. The kid absolutely flattened the Novice class. Sure, he missed an event. Sure, he somehow managed a horrifying second-place finish in May. But aside from that blemish, he mopped the floor with everyone. Over 300 points ahead of the pack. If he keeps this up, we may have to invent the Sandbagger of the Decade award, complete with a golden shovel.
In the Expert class, Robbie B spent the season auditioning for Master class status whether he intended to or not. Winning eight of nine rounds tends to draw attention. With Sunday’s win, the club’s basically got no choice but to stamp “MOVE ME UP” on his forehead.
And then there’s the big enchilada—the Overall. Brett R snagged that honor after wrapping up his Master Class Championship at the infamous Lazy Lizard rain-out, where the scoring averages turned into a statistical hostage situation and effectively locked everyone else out. It also didn’t help that Jake and Thomas decided to skip Bad Santa entirely due to “having babies.” Yes, congratulations, gentlemen—tiny humans are wonderful—but maybe next time schedule life events around the race calendar, huh?
In the end, the Bad Santa Enduro capped the season the way all great TWMC events do: with full bellies, tall tales around the fire, good-natured trash talk, and a Sunday course that whooped us all like delinquent minibike riders.
See you next month at Asher’s Broken Resolutions Enduro, where we’ll once again vow to ride smoother, crash less, and possibly even show up on time. No promises.
Bad Santa
Roll Charts and Route Sheets are available!
Route Sheet
Roll Chart
Roll Chart W/O Speeds
Remember to bring a gift for the Raffle Table!
Santa will visit 4:30 Saturday. Bring a gift for your young one and put it under the tree.
Table Decorating begins Saturday Afternoon.
Kid’s Crafts in the big tent at 11:00 Saturday.
Potluck at 6:00
A-K —> Main Dish and Salad
L-M —> Main Dish and Sides
N-Z —> Main Dish and Deserts
2025 Training Wheels MC
Bad Santa Timekeeping Enduro
An event so big, we needed two fliers!
Brought to you by Bad Santa Jeff and his Little Elf Buddy, Jeff
Location: Hodge Road, Barstow
Saturday
Signups: 10 AM to Noon
Kids’ Crafts: 11:00 AM in the tent
Junior Enduro: 1:00 PM
Beginner Enduro: 2:00 PM
Santa Visit: 4:30 - Bring a wrapped gift to put under the tree for your little one!
Table Decorating: Afternoon-ish
Potluck: 6:00 PM - See flyer for what to bring!
General Meeting: 6:30 ish
Raffle: After General Meeting
Raffle tickets are $20 for 25 tickets
Sunday
Signups: 7:00 AM
Rider’s Meeting: 8:30 AM
Key Time: 9:00 AM
If you would like to join us, send us an email at
TWMCSecretary@gmail.com
We look forward to seeing you!
“The Day the Lazy Turkey Tried to Swim”
If you’ve spent any time in the enduro world, you know the universe has a sick sense of humor. One minute you’re ready to conquer the desert like Johnny Campbell . . . and the next minute your Husky 501 decides to fry its stator right there on the start line. Nothing like the smell of electrical failure with your morning coffee. Ask me how I know.
And then there’s the eternal curse of signing up behind That Guy. You know the one. The single-track slug. The rider who plants himself in front of you like a boulder with handlebars. If the trail is tight and the clock is ticking, Fate always sticks him in front of you. If Lady Luck had hands, she’d slap those guys. Hard.
Anyway, this past weekend? The fates weren’t just messing with us—they were amused. The Norns up in Valhalla must’ve been leaning over their loom cackling like witches.
FRIDAY: The weather gave us just enough sporadic drizzle to make sure nobody actually got to enjoy themselves. Just wet enough to keep the bikes on their kickstands - too wet to ride, not wet enough to be interesting. Mother Nature must’ve been bored.
SATURDAY: The forecast—normally about as reliable as a factory KTM shock—swore up and down that the rain would hold off until late morning. So naturally, around breakfast time, the sky dumped everything it had. Mist. Sheets. Sideways. Deluge. If someone had said frogs were falling, we’d have believed them. By noon, the camp looked like a failed civil engineering project—rivulets, channels, and enough standing water to qualify as wetlands.
But then the dirt bike gods threw us a bone: potluck time. The clouds parted, the rain quit, and we enjoyed a superb evening of Thanksgiving cuisine. After a full day of rain, the dinner lightened our spirits and made us think things would be all right with the universe after all. After the meeting, most people racked out early, dreaming of Sunday’s promised hero dirt.
SUNDAY MORNING: Perfection. Dry. Cool. Trails begging to be shredded into oblivion. The scent of burning premix drifted through camp like high-octane incense. Dry-weather cards were handed out. Check workers packed dry-weather gear. Morale was high. Spirits were soaring. People were practically hugging each other.
Then… Fortune cackled.
A few clouds rolled in during the riders’ meeting, but we shrugged. Forecast said sunshine all day. Forecasts never lie, right?
We should’ve known.
At about 9:02—just long enough for everyone to commit to the trail—the heavens absolutely opened up. Rain. Hard rain. The kind of rain that makes you wonder if you should’ve brought pontoons instead of knobbies.
Some riders loved it. Brett R., for one, claimed he was ripping wheelies out of every corner “like some kind of enduro superhero.” Naturally, nobody actually witnessed this alleged display of godlike prowess, but hey—it's enduro. A confident retelling is as good as evidence.
Unfortunately, Mother Nature wasn’t done with the practical jokes. The main creek through the mud pots started rising faster than the price of gas. Check workers couldn’t get to their posts. Ruts got so deep you could park a Winnebago in them. Eventually, the only sane move was to call the event. Popular? Absolutely not. Correct? Absolutely.
And because the time cards by then resembled a stack of drowned lasagna noodles, the club decided the only fair move was to award everyone worker points—an average-of-your-finishes freebie just for showing up and braving the aquatic apocalypse.
Not heroic. Not glamorous. But folks, that’s enduro. Some days you race the course. Some days you race the weather. And some days the weather just laughs and hands you your helmet full of rainwater.
November 15-16, 2025
The Penultimate Round of
TWMC’s Enduro
Series
THE LAZY TURKEY ENDURO
ROUTE SHEETS AND ROLL CHARTS BELOW:
Brought to you by the Bishop Family
Location: Searles Station Road
Saturday
10:00 Christmas Planning Committee - Eberhardt Trailer
10:00 - 12:00 Signups
1:00 Junior
2:00 Beginner/Sport
5:00 Potluck
General Meeting After Potluck!
Sunday
7:00 Signups Open
8:30 Rider’s Meeting
9:00 Key Time
With only two events left in the year, things are heating up in the points battles!
While Brett Ribeneck carries a 63 point lead in the Master class, there is less than 60 points between 2nd and 4th place.
Dave Patt now holds the top Amateur spot with his second place finish at the Outlaw Enduro, and the top four in that class are separated by a mere 60 points.
In Senior Expert, Rick Samuelson is leading the G.O.A.T. Tim Moore by just 10 points!
Matthew Reiter has taken the top Novice-X spot from Daniel Surmon and holds a narrow 25 point lead.
It looks like Madison and Reign are going to take it down to the wire in the Junior class where Madison holds a 30 point advantage.
In some not so close battles, Robbie Butze and Logan Roe are putting a whoopin' on the Expert and Novice classes respectively. What's that, move 'em up?
If you would like to join us, send us an email at
TWMCSecretary@gmail.com
We look forward to seeing you!
2025 Outlaw Enduro Results are in!!
CLICK HERE
Outlaws, Enduros, and Old-School Grit: Desert Mayhem with the Bandit Bunch
Well folks, I said it last year and I’ll say it again louder for the riders in the back—those Outlaw hombres are one peculiar posse. This year, they once again picked a primo patch of desert for the campout, then promptly setup their camp on the most lumpy, off-camber chunk of real estate they could find. Classic move. These cats made us ditch the digital crutches and go full analog, but tossed us some slick red stickers for our glorified paperweights anyway. They warned us it’d be a grind, then dialed back the speeds so we could have an easier day. And get this — they even cooked up chow and hand-delivered it like desert angels in dusty boots. Underneath those crusty exteriors? Might be a bunch of soft-hearted trail huggers.
Saturday: Singletrack Smackdown
Saturday’s shindig was a blast from the past. Riders ripped out to the legendary Checker’s Car and back on a tight two-mile ribbon of singletrack. Some were still fumbling with the voodoo of enduro timekeeping, but a few were starting to look like stopwatch superheroes. Luke B was dialed—he nailed the terrain and punched in on time for another notch on his season belt. With Jackson R sidelined by the sick bug, Luke leapfrogged into the Beginner class lead.
In the Sport class, Karen P proved she’s got future superstar written all over her, edging out her rivals. Over in Juniors, Reign W and Madison B locked horns and ended up sharing the top step of the podium. After the potluck, the mini-moto bandits went trick-or-treating through the desert camp, capping off a day of dust, candy, and glory.
Sunday: The Enduro Gauntlet
Sunday’s enduro was a real knuckle-buster. The Outlaws recycled some familiar ground from last year but threw in enough new stuff to keep everyone guessing. The killer hill just before mile 2.9—man, that thing straight knocked a bunch of riders out of the running. Later on, the same hill turned into a bottleneck of stalled bikes and flailing limbs. Further on in the loop, it was the same story. The big hill at mile 11.5 looked like a battlefield—ruts crisscrossed like spaghetti and rear tires dug trenches deep enough to bury a TTR 125.
And just to make it real old school, the riders had no programmed computers telling them how fast to go — they had to keep a close eye on their odometers versus their watches, bouncing up and down rocky hills and sandy gullies, all while trying to keep their head in the game. In the end, the cream rose to the top. Only 16 seconds separated the top four finishers. Thomas M was the man of the hour, racking up just 3 seconds of penalty. Brett R and Brent B were neck-and-neck, just one second apart in 2nd and 3rd.
Yellow Bars and Green Grit
The Amateurs and Senior Experts had a rougher ride. Ian M was the lone yellow bar to stay in his minute all day, but still racked up 65 ticks of penalty. The legend himself, Tim M—aka The GOAT—took the Senior Expert win despite being late to the first check and limping into the last. Most of the yellow bar crew were bleeding time in that final test.
In the green classes, Logan R—sandbagger supreme—smoked his old man Allen by over 10 minutes in the Novice class. Stephan B edged out Shawn H in a Super Senior slugfest, and Matthew R took the Novice X crown. Jay B claimed top Legend honors over Randy L, who was wringing out a vintage KTM older than half the riders on the course.
Desert Dust Settles, But the Legend Lives On
As the sun dipped behind the jagged ridgeline and the last of the two-strokes echoed into silence, the Outlaw crew packed up their camp—still perched on that lumpy patch of desert like it was sacred ground. Riders limped back to their rigs, some grinning, some grimacing, all with stories etched into their gear and dirt under their fingernails.
This wasn’t just another weekend ride. It was a throwback to the days when men and women rode by feel, not firmware. When the only thing keeping you on time was your gut and a ticking stopwatch. The Outlaws didn’t just host an event—they lit a fire under the soul of enduro, reminding us all why we fell in love with the sport in the first place.
So here’s to the bandits, the stopwatch superheroes, the sandbaggers, and the legends. Until next time, keep your throttle twisted, your pilot jets clean, and your heart full of desert sunsets.
October 18-19
13th Outlaw Enduro
Outaw Route Sheets and Roll Charts available below:
Route Sheet That you CAN Program (for AutoCal feature on the ICO)
Route Sheet That You CANNOT Program!
Roll Chart
Hosted by the Outlaw Crew
The Outlaws will be providing pulled pork sandwiches!!
You bring the sides, salads, and, most importantly, deserts!!
Rick and Maurice say we will be running this ‘Old School’ —
No programming of the actual Route Sheet into your ICOs.
You can program the generic Route Sheet to make the ICO AutoCal feature work.
If you would like to join us, send us an email at
TWMCSecretary@gmail.com
We look forward to seeing you!
We are currently putting together our 2026 schedule of events
These are tentative dates and locations
January 24-25 - Broken Resolutions Enduro - Hannah’s Hole
February 14-15 - Macho Man Enduro - Teagle Wash Road
March 7-8 - Eberzberg Rodeo Enduro - North Spangler
April 11-12 - Keg Run Enduro - Wagon Wheel
May 2-3 - Cinco de Moto Enduro - Sardinia Dry Lake
May 30-31 - Good, Bad, and Ugly Enduro - Cougar Buttes
September - TBA
October 17-18 - Outlaw Enduro - North Spangler
November 7-8 - Lazy Turkey Enduro - Searles Station
December 5-6 - Bad Santa Enduro - Hodge Road
If you have any questions or wish to join us,
Contact us at twmcsecretary@gmail.com
25 Double Dog Dare Enduro
Results Here
Rocks, Hero Dirt, and Attrition
2025 Double Dog Dare Enduro
You learn a lot when riding enduros. Like how far you can push your body before it throws in the towel. Or how far you can run a knobby down before even the cheapest conscience starts feeling bad. Just ask Bob. Myself, I learned something dark about myself. You see, I found out I am a closet masochist. I really had no idea. Truly. Consider this as my official “coming out.”
And if I’m the masochist, the Becker clan are certified sadists. No safe words, no mercy, just pure punishment. The course they laid out this weekend for us was truly a masterpiece in punishment. Rocks stacked on rocks. Rain ruts with rocks. Uphills with rocks. Downhills with rocks. The only place to cruise was in the long sand wash. And that was anything but a cruise, twisting and writhing down the wash with the full knowledge that the worst section in the entire course was waiting at the end. And the sad part? I noticed I was riding with, dare I say, a smile on my face? I loved it. I know. I’m a sick fellow.
Another one who loved it was Robbie B., the overall winner. He topped Thomas M by only a couple seconds in the final results. Rick S. took the Senior -Expert win in commanding fashion, edging out Farshid B. by a whopping 13 minutes. Alex M. was top Ammie and Randy L. top Legend. Logan R. was impressive in the Novice class, being the only Green class rider to actually finish the course. In the Super Senior, a battle of attrition saw Dan S. winning by just sticking with it. Way to go!
Our Saturday riders were shredding the rain ruts just like Sunday’s big dogs. Reign W took the Junior trophy, and Jackson R. once again was on top of the Beginner class. Mia J shook up the Sport class by edging out Steph S for top honors.
Thanks to everyone who came out this weekend to experience a beautiful weekend in the perfect hero dirt we had after Thursday’s storm. Hats off to the Beckers, as well, for sticking out the weather to bring us a great event. See you all next month at the Outlaw Enduro, October 18-19!
JUST IN!!!!
Route Sheets and Roll Charts available below
Roll Chart
Roll Chart w/o Speeds
Route Sheets
TWMC Is Back from Summer Break!!
Join us at the 3rd Annual Double Dog Dare Enduro
September 20-21
Location: Stephen’s Mine Road, Spangler OHV
Potluck at 6:30
Potluck Theme: Danielle says it is “a regular ol’ potluck!”
For more info or to join us this weekend, contact us at
twmcsecretary@gmail.com
The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly Results are
HERE
TWMC Enduro Finale: GBU Crew Delivers a Wild Ride!
The last checkered flag of the TWMC Enduro Series season has waved, and what a way to go out! The "Good, the Bad, and the Ugly" crew pulled out all the stops this past weekend, leaving riders champing at the bit for the next four months of summer until the series kicks off again.
Things kicked off Saturday with a spread that’d make your mouth water. Tri-tip, grilled chicken, and enough sides to feed a small army – the club potluck was a hit. The silence was deafening, a sure sign the grub was top-notch. Nobody was talkin’ with all that eatin’ to be done!
Course Shenanigans and Secret Tests!
Sunday, the GBU gang really shook things up. The course was tailor-made for a late May scorcher: not too gnarly, but with enough speed tests to keep everyone honest. Beginners and Sports riders even got to mix it up on the main course with the big guns, and for a real twist, the Amateurs were put on their own timekeeping!
But the real stroke of genius, especially for the GBU crew, was a deception campaign worthy of James Bond himself. They ribboned and arrowed a "special test" for the Masters and Experts that was a complete hoax! Several Masters were still fretting over this phantom section as they pulled into the very last check of the event! Then, just to mess with everyone’s heads, the actual special test popped up at the beginning of the third loop. And if that wasn't enough, some joker named Jeff was running around in a ghillie suit, scaring riders silly as they unsuspectingly rode into his check. Nobody knew what was going on, all day long!
Close Calls and Crafty Riding!
Most of the results weren't even close, but the Senior-Expert class was a genuine nail-biter! Rick and Tim were duking it out right down to the wire. Rick had the win locked up, but a five-second penalty at the final check meant Tim snuck ahead by a single second. These two have been trading blows all season, and Tim’s gotta be feelin’ good with that momentum heading into the off-season.
In the Master class, Brett put on an enduro riding clinic, taking the overall. While other riders were hitting the third-loop special test more or less on time, Brett rolled in a good three or four minutes early! Trail Boss Bob scratched his head after the race, saying, "I wondered why Brett looked so bad. It looked like he could barely ride a bike in those rocks. I can’t prove it, but I think he was scrubbing off those four minutes..." Whatever he was doing, sucking in the rocks was exactly what kept Brett from riding in early and made him the only rider on time in that special. Smart riding, Brett!
For the Ammies, the 24 mph section through the slabs on the third loop was their proving ground. Not a single Amateur made it to the check on time. But John H.’s speed through that section, combined with his rock-solid consistency all day, set him apart, earning him the Ammie victory.
New Blood and Old Legends
On the new-guy front, Morgan P. and his son Logan P. took home wins in the Novice and Novice X classes, respectively. Great job for the newcomers! On the other end of the spectrum, old-timer and United MC legend John P. added another trophy to his cabinet in the Super Senior class, and Rod M. took the Legends win.
But the real heroes of the day were the Beginners and Sports riders who tackled the main Sunday course alongside the big boys. The trail bosses laid out a stellar course, with Sport riders like Mary exclaiming, "I've never made it to the 2.9 before and still had other riders there. I am always so far behind, the others are always long gone!" Young Caden C. rode his TTR-125 like a demon, dropping only 31 seconds to claim the Beginner victory. Karen P. slowly lost ground as the loop wore on, but she was fast enough to hold on for the Sport class win.
All in all, the GBU enduro was good enough to leave us wanting more, and definitely sad that we’ve got a four-month wait until the next event. Better start wrenching, boys and girls!
GBU Enduro Route Sheets and
Roll Charts Below!
Route Sheet
Roll Chart
Roll Chart W/O Speeds
TWMC Presents:
Round 6
The Good, The Bad, and The Ugly Enduro
May 17-18
Location : Cougar Buttes
34.484564, -116.827389
Saturday Events:
Signups: 10 AM to Noon
Junior: 4 PM
Potluck and General Meeting: 6:00
Sunday Events:
Signups: 7:30 - 8:30
Rider’s Meeting: 8:30
Key Time: 9:00
Beginner/Sport rides the Main Loop Sunday!
Potluck Theme: Cowboy Potluck
The GBU crew will be cooking tri-tip.
You bring the other meats, salads, sides,
and deserts!
Cinco de Moto Results
HERE
CINCO DE MOTO DELIVERS TWMC CLASSIC:
TACOS, TRACTION & TRIUMPH IN THE DESERT
The TWMC’s annual Cinco de Moto returned with a vengeance this past weekend, combining a festive Saturday with a rugged, timekeeper enduro on Sunday that tested riders across the board. From sizzling tacos to rocky climbs, it was another memorable chapter for the club’s 2025 season.
SATURDAY: TACO TIME & TIGHT RACING
The weekend kicked off with Saturday’s events, showcasing an expanding field of riders but with familiar names up front. Young gun Xander notched his first win in the Junior class, while Jackson continued his dominance in Beginner, pulling away from a deep lineup. In the Sport class, Karen extended her championship lead with a clean victory ahead of Steph and Mikayla.
As the sun dipped below the horizon, the Zavala family turned the camp into a party, dishing out their now-legendary fiesta feast. Spirits were high, but trail boss John wore a knowing grin—Sunday’s race would bring a different kind of heat.
SUNDAY: THE HILL OF DOOM
Sunday’s enduro served up a true West Spangler classic—rocks, more rocks, loose rocks, embedded rocks, and rolly rocks, and a course that punished anything less than full commitment. John’s layout had riders second-guessing checks, but the defining feature was the infamous “Hill of Doom”, which proved to be the great separator.
Expert class standout Robbie made it look effortless. “Second gear, straight up. What’s the problem?” he quipped after the race. For the mere mortals, the problem was gravity. Behind him, Brett and Hayden rounded out the top three, with Hayden’s first try at the hill nearly flawless—until a late-race spill on the mountain cost him the Expert class overall.
In Amateur, newcomer Edward F. turned heads with a breakout ride, clocking just three seconds behind Senior Expert winner and enduro GOAT Tim, who once again showed he’s not ready to hand over the keys just yet. Tim’s performance earned him the overall Yellow Bar for the day.
Stephan B. secured his third Super Senior win of the season, though he still trails Dick C. in the overall chase. Meanwhile, in the Novice class, Trenton J. bested series regular Logan R., who unexpectedly became the first rider to summit the “Hill” on loop two. But he got cocky—tried it again, and the hill laughed, slapped his front tire sideways, and sent his race into the dustbin.
LOOKING AHEAD
The Cinco de Moto was more than tacos and terrain—it was a turning point in the TWMC season. With fresh faces shaking up the standings and veterans holding strong, all eyes now turn to the final round of the riding season in two weeks. If this weekend was any indication, the season finale is going to be one to watch.
Cinco de Moto
Roll Charts & Route Sheets
Are Below:
Roll Chart
Route Sheet
6th Annual
TWMC
Cinco de Moto Enduro
May 3 & 4
Sardinia Dry Lake
35.429791, -117.596225
Saturday
10ish to 12ish: Signups
1:00 Junior
2:00 Sport/Beginner
6:00 Mexican Themed Potluck
6:30 General Meeting
Sunday
7-8:30 Signups
8:30 Rider’s Meeting
9:00 KEY TIME!!!!
41st Keg Run Results
HERE
Congratulations to all the class winners!
There are a few certainties in life: death, taxes, and the fact that the Moore Family is going to throw one heck of an enduro in April. This year’s 41st running of the Keg Run didn’t disappoint. Unless you were hoping for a section of straight trail—then, yeah, you were in the wrong event.
At the sharp end of the pack, things were tighter than a cactus-lined singletrack after two days of tacos. The top six riders were packed into less than 21 seconds—which, in enduro math, is basically elbow-to-elbow.
Jake B. came out swinging and rode like a man trying to forget March ever happened. And brother, he did—clinching the Overall win with a blistering time and only 3 seconds ahead of Brent B. Word on the trail is Brent dropped 12 seconds on Check 3 of the first loop. That was all Jake needed to seal the deal and redeem himself.
Now, about the course: It wasn’t "technical" in the sense that it required a PhD in clutch control, but it sure had more twists and turns than a soap opera written by latte-drunk rabbits with ADHD. The infamous moon rocks near Charlie’s Place were back with a vengeance, and the Moores, seasoned veterans of sneaky fun, laid out fair but devilish checks that kept your average timekeeper sweating.
The multiple tight sections in the rocks became art galleries of bike-colored scrapings. And just when riders thought they were in the clear, a special test at the end gave the Masters and Experts a chance to really air out their fatigue—and their frustration. Riders pounded the rocks and sketchy hills hard only to exit the special into a reset which gave them minutes to take a breather.
Down in the Amateur ranks, John H. made his presence known like a chainsaw in a church, taking a commanding class win. Rick S. somehow survived and thrived to claim the Senior-Expert class, likely powered by grit and determination.
Meanwhile, in the “Last Men Standing” category, Dick C. and Jason H. took home wins for being the only ones stubborn—or smart—enough to finish their classes. Respect.
John P. kicked off his club membership by snagging the Legends trophy, and Daniel S. not only nabbed the Novice-X win, but stuck around to snap photos of the second-loop riders like some sort of racing paparazzi. Go check out his Instagram – @dans_photography2023.
And on Saturday, Madison B., Luke B., and Steph S. each hauled in hardware, proving once again that the future of desert racing is in good hands—and not afraid of a little sand in the teeth.
Post-race, the Moore crew wrapped it all up with finisher glasses and burgers, a combo that’s been satisfying dirt bikers since the dawn of the monoshock. That’s 41 events in the books, folks. Here’s to 41 more.
Wheelie Good Stories
By Dieter Dirtflinger
April 2025
So, You Want to be a Master?
So, you want to be an enduro racer? Really? What’s that? You say you think you can hack it riding with the Masters? Well, that’s cute. Really. Reminds me of a guy I once knew who tried to trim his toenails with an angle grinder. Same ambitious energy.
Now, let me set your expectations somewhere between “longshot” and “tragedy.” If you think you’re gonna sashay your way into Master class and start winning overalls, I got bad news. You’re gonna need grit, guts, and the kind of stubbornness usually reserved for old men who refuse to ask for directions.
Let’s talk training. Every real Master wakes up before 4 AM. Not because we like it — we don’t. It’s just that we usually have to pee, and the dog needs to be let out anyway. Me? I like to start my day with an eight-mile jog down the county road, one KTM 300 flywheel in each hand, dragging a pair of used Dunlops behind me. It builds character.
Breakfast? Kale and hotdog smoothie. Why? Because I’m a man of contradictions, and also eggs are too damn expensive. It’s the perfect balance of leafy greens and mystery meat to fuel the real workout – an hour and a half of slinging weights – usually old motor parts. You ever press a YZ250 crankshaft together with your left hand while curling a set of forks with your right? That’s Tuesday around here.
Now, I know what you’re thinking. “If this guy’s such a beast, why’s he rocking a gut like a beer vendor at a ball game?” Well lemme educate you, sunshine. This here gut? It’s strategic ballast. You ever ride into a rock garden and think about picking your way through like some kind of drunken mosquito at a rave? Not me. With this gut, I just barrel through. Hit the gas. The inertia of this gut carries me through. It’s like a flywheel – but made of mashed potatoes.
How do I keep my bike in as good of shape as my bod? Well, after my morning workout, I take a quick trip into the garage to comb through the bike before I head into work for the day. I do a complete bike rebuild between events. Crank, piston, new bearings and seals Monday. Tuesday, put it back together. Rear shock rebuild Wednesday. Thursday, the rest of the frame, forks, steering bearings. And don’t you dare ask if I “check my spokes.” That’s rookie talk. I x-ray them.
Of course I have a real job! That’s where I go after my morning bike maintenance. I guess I’m kinda lucky with my job, as my boss totally respects my enduro mastery. Now, if I get a call from the KTM brass asking about which direction they need to go with swingarm flex or rake angles, my boss is totally cool with me taking a couple hours explaining to them how to make their bikes better. Most days, he lets me take off early to get back to what is important, enduro training.
What’s that? Training for riding possibles? That’s easy. As I drive to work, I time all my traffic stops to be on the 30 second mark. In fact, I don’t know a single Master that doesn’t have atomic clock time running in their head. Go ahead, ask any Master what second it is of what minute. For myself, I find it helps to break down all my daily actions into sprints and scrubs to keep my circadian rhythm on enduro time.
No, scrubbing talent isn’t something we Masters are born with; we have to practice diligently to be able to come into a check three minutes hot, slam on the breaks, and hold our position on the top of a mound of rocks until we can gracefully, and with the admiration of the check workers, glide between the stakes right on the 30 second mark. Now, different masters practice this differently. I can only speak for myself and say, once I start to practice balancing on the bike, I usually don’t stop -- even for restroom breaks. My wife knows by now to just bring my dinner out to me where I eat standing on the pegs.
Wait, where ya going? I haven’t even started to tell you about all the perks that come with riding with the Masters. What do you mean you’d rather ride Grand Prix races? Well, don’t let me stop ya. Just don’t come back crying when you realize the only thing “grand” about them is the cost.
Keg Run Roll Charts and Route Sheets:
Route Sheet
Roll Chart
Roll Chart W/O Speed
41st Keg Run Enduro
Moore Bros. Racing
April 12 & 13
Charlie’s Place - Spangler OHV
Saturday Events
Sign ups: 11:00-1:00
Easter Bunny: 11:00ish
Easter Egg Hunt: 11:30ish
Juniors: 1:00
Beginners/Sport: 2:00
Potluck: 5:30
Potluck Theme: Appetizers and Keg
Sunday Events
Sign-ups: 7:30-8:30
Rider’s Meeting: 8:30
Keg Run Enduro Key Time: 9:00
Burgers and Dogs after the Event!
Wheelie Good Stories
By Dieter Dirtflinger
March 2025
The Great Kid Bike Debate: How to Spend a Fortune While Trying to Save Money
If you sit around a campfire long enough, you’ll hear a lot of deep, philosophical discussions. Things like how to properly set sag, how far into the ICO pacer to run, and of course, the never-ending debate among dads about what bike to get their growing kid next.
This is serious business. Every dad is convinced that with the right bike, the right amount of practice, and just a little push (or a lot), his kid will be the next Davis or Abbott. No—scratch that—his kid is already the next factory-backed, helmet-signing, championship-dominating, dirt-slinging phenom. All that’s standing between this bright future and reality? The Right Bike.
But let’s face it, most of us don’t have the cash to keep little Jimmy on a fresh factory ride every season. So, we have to be strategic. That bike is going to have to last a while, and it has to be just right.
Now, the logical choice is the trusty four-stroke trail bike. Reliable. Tractable. Practically indestructible. And best of all, slow. The kid will have to actually work to go fast enough to do serious damage. But here’s the problem—Dad knows his kid is the next Brabec, and there’s no way the future Dakar champ is going to putt around on a glorified lawnmower. No, we need something fast. Something exciting. Something that will light a fire in the young racer’s heart.
Enter the two-stroke screamer. A race bike. Now we’re talking! But, of course, this comes with its own set of problems. It’s more expensive. It needs constant maintenance. And, oh yeah, it will allow Junior to achieve escape velocity and launch himself into orbit the first time he twists the throttle too hard.
See? This isn’t easy.
I had the blessing—or the curse—of going through this exact nightmare three times. Three kids, three bikes, three sets of arguments. In the early years, I played it safe. Trail bikes all around. Slow, reliable, safe. And then, in what felt like the blink of an eye, my kids had the audacity to grow. My two oldest daughters shot up overnight, requiring full-sized bikes. My son graduated from the tiniest trail bike we had to the biggest—a Honda 150. Perfect, I thought. That’ll last him a while.
I was a fool.
Shortly after the bike shuffle, we had the Sleigh Ride Enduro. A brutal, rocky mess of a course. My kids were pumped to test out their new rides, and I was eager to see how they handled the challenge. Usually, I made sure they were a few minutes ahead of me so I could be there if something went wrong. My son, being the youngest, was always a good three or four minutes ahead, meaning I rarely saw him on the trail.
But this year, thanks to some clerical mix-up, he was slotted just one minute ahead of me.
For the first two loops, I barely saw him. But the third loop was fast—too fast for him to keep up. Or so I thought. As the course got rougher, I expected to finally catch up to him. Instead, I heard him before I saw him. The low-pitched scream of a 150 tapped out, rev limiter begging for mercy. I twisted the throttle to close the gap, and there he was—feet on the pegs, clutch slipping, absolutely wringing the neck of that poor bike.
I swelled with pride. That’s my boy!
Then we hit a rock field.
CLANK! BANG! CLANK!
He didn’t shut off. He didn’t slow down. The wimpy suspension was bottoming out so hard I could practically hear the frame crying for relief. Every hit sent shockwaves through the poor machine. He was riding it like he stole it.
BANG!
I winced.
That 150 wasn’t going to survive this.
I could already hear my wallet crying.
As I watched my son plow through rocks like a bulldozer with a death wish, it hit me—this was inevitable. No matter how carefully you pick a bike, no matter how much thought goes into the “perfect” machine, kids are going to ride the way they ride. They’ll push whatever you give them to its absolute limits, and just when you think you’ve made the right choice, they’ll either outgrow it, destroy it, or scare the living daylights out of you on it.
I knew right then and there: that Honda 150 had maybe two more rides left in it before it was a parts bike.
And I also knew what would happen next.
A bigger bike. A faster bike. A more expensive bike.
Because deep down, despite all the logic, all the careful planning, and all the painful financial reality, there’s one universal truth about dads and dirt bikes:
We all secretly want our kid to be the next Brabec.
Even if it bankrupts us.
The Eberzberg Rodeo Results are
HERE
Thanks to everyone who came out and participated.
See you all next month at the Keg Run!
Eberzberg Rodeo 2025: Rocks, Waterfalls, and a Chili-Induced Grumble
The third stop on the Training Wheels calendar, the 2025 Eberzberg Rodeo, rolled into North Spangler last weekend, managing to sneak in two prime riding days between Mother Nature’s scheduled windstorms and downpours. With dusty conditions that could best be described as "why couldn’t the rain have come last week," riders lined up ready to take on 14 miles of prime single-track.
Saturday was less about racing and more about socializing—because let’s be honest, half of off-road racing is just an excuse to sit around a fire and talk about racing. The now-legendary Chili Cookoff saw over 15 families unleash their secret recipes, turning the potluck into an all-you-can-eat endurance event. Reports from the front lines say there were simply too many chilis to sample, and that’s not even counting the delicious side dishes lurking on the table. The real test, though, was in eating all that chili and not needing to take an unscheduled pit stop mid second loop. By nightfall, the air was filled with laughter, tall tales, and the distant rumble of somebody’s generator firing up way past an acceptable hour, at least we hope it was a generator.
Race Day: Into the Rocks we Go
With the Eberhardt crew and Micah W. working their magic, Sunday’s 14-mile loop was a work of art. The mostly virgin and fresh single-track terrain broke in to, what most riders said, was a very rideable and flowy course mixed with lots of technical washes and rocks.
Fast guy Thomas looked to have the overall win in the bag—right up until the final special test. That’s where he wedged himself into a waterfall section with all the grace of a beached whale. According to his post-race analysis, he spent four agonizing minutes wrestling his four-stroke up the cascade. Later riders jammed up the same spot, boiling coolant onto the rocks and turning the whole thing into an impromptu ice-skating rink.
Cue Robbie—who either possesses a sixth sense for sketchy terrain or just doesn’t believe in conventional race lines. While others were locked in waterfall gridlock, he sniffed out a creative route and kept it pinned, securing the overall win in the process.
Class Battles: The Survival of the Least Delayed
The Amateur class turned into a two-man war, with Brian and Alex M. being the only ones remotely on time. Brian, however, must have had a side deal with old Cronos because he racked up less than half the penalty seconds of Alex, taking home the win.
Over in Senior Expert, Tim M. and Dean B. slugged it out all day, keeping their scores tight—until Tim decided seconds were for other people and collected half of the seconds Dean did to snag the class victory. Meanwhile, club newcomer Ulrich S. stormed the Super Senior ranks in his first outing, proving that fresh blood can shake things up.
Danielle B. grabbed the Novice one-loop trophy, but the day’s most dominant performance came from Logan R. in the Novice class. Logan wasn’t just on time—he was on another level, winning his class by a staggering 20 minutes. Either he is a secret pro or he’s been training in some sort of underground moto dojo.
Final Thoughts
When the dust (and chili) settled, the Eberzberg Rodeo delivered everything a proper enduro should—killer terrain, sneaky checks, and the kind of stories that will only get better with time. Whether you walked away with a trophy or just a jammed thumb, one thing’s for sure: the Eberzberg Rodeo once again proved that dirt bike racing is 90% skill, 10% luck, and 100% about having a good time. Until next month, keep it pinned and stay out of the waterfalls.
Roll Charts and Route Sheets are Here:
Route Sheet
Roll Chart
Roll Chart W/O Speed
TWMC Eberzberg Rodeo
Timekeeping Enduro
March 8 & 9
35.638053, -117.479742
The Potluck has changed time to 5:00!!!
Potluck is CHILI COOKOFF
Bring your best chili to compete in the cookoff
OR bring a chili themed side
OR any of your favorite dishes or deserts!
Macho Man Results are
HERE
Email us at TWMCsecretary@gmail.com
if you have any questions or concerns
Thanks to Tim for getting these out so soon!
Macho Man 2025
We said it last year, and we’ll say it again, “The Enduro Gods love the Macho Man.” With a proper deluge on Thursday, the dirt was so perfect that even the most hardened sandbagger was grinning like a kid who just found a five-dollar bill in his riding pants. Conditions were so prime on Friday and Saturday that riders ran the very real risk of riding themselves stupid before the first rider left Sunday morning.
While the Enduro Gods favored the riders with the rain, the crew putting on the event probably felt like a dispossessed people. That same rain, along with the wind, wreaked havoc on the course markings, tearing arrows from the stakes and knocking the ribbon off the bushes. Starting from near scratch, the Macho Man crew was able to cobble a course back into riding shape in just a few short days. Hats off to you guys and gals!
And what a course it was! With enough sand hills to make the crustiest old hands smile and rocky, loose cracks to please the young bloods, everyone came away smiling - at the riding at least. The checks were another story. Brett really had everyone guessing in Ringo’s crack. On one loop, riders were late, and on the next, Brett caught ‘em trying to cheat up and get early. Jeff, of Sleigh Ride fame, showed why we call him ‘evil elf’ Jeff with his creative checks. Barely legal, barely visible, Jeff’s checks were so sneaky, even the rule book was giving him the side eye.
In the end, Thomas took the overall win, dragging amateur hotshot Bennie along for the Amateur class victory. Robbie snagged the Expert win, Farshid locked down Senior Expert, and Dick made up for a rough last round by clinching the Super Senior win. Meanwhile, Logan is riding like he’s got a personal vendetta against the Novice class, and the one-loop warriors, Danielle and Rod, claimed victory in Novice-X and Legends. Special shoutout to the next generation of throttle twisters—Madison and Luke—who both brought home wins Saturday and surely made their parents proud.
And then, the grand finale: the sausage party courtesy of Brett and Tony, proving once again that the true spirit of enduro isn’t just about riding—it’s about hanging out with friends, bench racing, and eating questionable amounts of grilled sausages and chili afterward.
Big thanks to everyone who rode, worked, spectated, or just stood around being helpful. See you all next month at the Eberzberg Enduro.
Roll Charts and Route Sheets are in!
Route Sheet
Roll Chart
Roll Chart Without Speed
TWMC Enduro Series
Round 2
Macho Man Enduro
February 15-16
Location: Teagle Wash Road
35.514263, -117.556101
Saturday Events
Signups: 10:00-12:00
Junior: 12:00
Beginner/Sport: 2:00
Enduro Bike Slow Race: 4:00
Potluck: 6:00 Theme is Comfort Food.
General Meeting: 6:30 - 7:00
Sunday Events
Signups: 7:00-8:30
Rider’s Meeting: 8:30
Key Time: 9:00
Questions, concerns, comments, or want to join us?
Drop us a line at twmcsecretary@gmail.com
Wheelie Good Stories
By Dieter Dirtflinger
February 2025
YOSHI'S BIG RACE: A LOVE STORY ON KNOBBIES
Yoshi Yamaha could smell it in the air. The crisp bite of February. The Macho Man Enduro. His favorite enduro, even though he never liked that name. Something like the Brokeback Mountain Enduro seemed more fitting for that particular enduro, but nobody asked his opinion—not that they ever asked the bike’s opinion on anything.
His “owner”—because bikes, much like cats, have no real attachment to their humans and therefore no need for names—had washed him, changed his filter, and topped him off with fresh gas. Yoshi felt fresh and ready to scoot his owner up and down some sandhills!
Then came the dreaded truck ride. Yoshi endured the icy haul, strapped down tighter than a factory budget. By the time they reached camp, the place was already jammed with riders. His rider, too tired (or too lazy) to unload him that night, left him in the back of the truck to dream of wide-open throttle and perfectly timed shifts.
Morning came, and with it, the usual pre-race chaos. Yoshi’s owner finally wrestled him out of the truck, and the bike took stock of the competition. Two rigs over sat a cluster of Kawasakis, all smug and green. Yoshi gave them a respectful nod. A group of Husky girls waved flirtatiously. A couple of Hondas rolled by, looking self-important. And then…he caught a snippet of gossip. Something about a new girl.
Yoshi had no time to ponder this mystery before his owner threw a leg over and fired him up. A few warm-up laps around camp, and then—it happened. He turned a corner and saw her.
She was orange.
Bright. Sparkling. A factory-fresh vision of Austrian engineering perfection. No scratches, no scuffs, no duct tape hastily applied after a bad line choice. Surrounded by a pack of drooling humans, she stood tall, knowing full well she was a sight to behold. Yoshi’s carburetor nearly flooded on the spot.
Love at first rev.
The rest of the day was a blur. Yoshi’s owner kept tweaking clickers and muttering about “something feeling off.” Something was off—Yoshi couldn’t focus. He was tripping over his own knobs, over-revving, braking too late. He swore she had looked at him. Maybe even smiled at him. Oh, she definitely smiled at him. Tomorrow, he would prove himself. Tomorrow, he would be worthy of that smile.
Race day dawned, and Yoshi was wide awake. He didn’t know where she would be, but he knew she would be watching. He rode harder than he ever had. His owner felt the extra power. “Must be the cold air,” the rider thought. No, buddy. It was love.
First loop, he saw her at a check. His owner floundered, but Yoshi stepped in, keeping him on time. He wasn’t about to let his guy look like a squid in front of her.
Second loop, same deal. Yoshi carried them through, keeping his rider upright when he had no business staying that way. He dodged rocks, slipped clutch when needed, and made split-second decisions his rider wasn’t even aware of. Every time they passed her, he imagined she was impressed.
Then came the fourth loop. The special test. The final chance to impress. Yoshi gave it everything. Twice, his rider nearly wadded up. Twice, Yoshi saved him. They crested a final hill, the check just below. And there she was. Watching.
This was it. Yoshi was going to fly into that check, make her see him in all his glory. He lined up his approach—
And then his rider grabbed a fistful of brake.
“Whoa! What’s this? Who made it down this? How many people have gotten hurt on this?”
A one-foot drop.
Yoshi’s gears nearly locked in embarrassment. Are you serious, dude? He tried to resist the rage boiling inside his cylinder. But then he saw her. Laughing.
That was it. That was the last straw.
Yoshi twisted the throttle himself. Wide. Open.
The rider wasn’t ready. Didn’t matter. Yoshi launched down the hill, flinging his rider off the back like yesterday’s roost. The bike—who even needs a rider?—blasted down the hill and through the check, throttled into history, and cemented himself as a legend.
Did he get the girl?
Did it even matter?
Yoshi had made his mark. A bike who needed no rider to finish.
Broken Resolutions Results are HERE
BROKEN RESOLUTIONS ENDURO: THE TRADITION CONTINUES
Ah, the start of the season—a time of renewed hope, fresh gear, and shattered delusions. Seven whole weeks to train, dial in the bike, and chip away at the holiday insulation that mysteriously appeared around your midsection. You had big plans: cutting back on junk food, hitting the gym, maybe even—gasp—practicing! But let’s be real, most of us just slapped some shiny new Christmas parts on the bike, changed the oil (or at least thought about it), and called it good.
And then came round one: the Broken Resolutions Enduro—aptly named, since it took about five minutes for most riders to completely abandon their grand pre-season plans. Veteran sandbaggers aimed to maintain dominance, rookies came in wide-eyed and full of optimism, and everyone on the start line secretly believed this was the year they’d become an enduro legend.
THE COURSE: A TRUE ENDURANCE TEST
Enduro mastermind Asher put together a layout that was equal parts timekeeping challenge and “I really should have gone to the gym” reality check. Hills, rocky sections, and enough technical nastiness to keep riders from getting too comfortable. Then, just to make things interesting, Mother Nature decided to dump some rain, snow, and sleet—perfect conditions for those who enjoy suffering.
THE RESULTS: WHO SURVIVED THE STORM?
In the Master class, Matt Eberhardt was on track for the win heading into the final special test. All he had to do was keep his New Year’s resolution to stop riding like a retired librarian. Naturally, he failed. One minute lost, one top spot down. Brett Ribenenck, proving that consistency (and possibly witchcraft) wins races, snagged the overall victory like the seasoned pro he is.
Meanwhile, in the Expert class, Robbie Butze kicked off his Expert debut with a win, while his dad proved that speed runs in the family by taking the Super Senior class. After Tim Moore uncharacteristically burned a check on the first loop and got a flat causing a DNF, super-stud Rick Samuelson won the Senior Expert Class. Hannah Ribeneck fought through a stacked field to dominate the Amateur class, while Logan Roe crushed the Novices to cap off a full-course showdown.
For the one-loop warriors, Legend Rod McInnis and Novice-X Brice M. took top honors, while Saturday’s younger racers saw Reign W., Jackson R., and fresh-faced newcomer Ashley C. grabbing trophies in the Junior, Beginner, and Sport classes.
A TIP OF THE HELMET
A massive thanks to everyone who came out, and an even bigger one to the poor souls who stood in the freezing rain working the checks. You’re the real MVPs.
See you all at the Macho Man Enduro, where the terrain will be brutal, the competition fierce, and the excuses plentiful.
Club Dues are also Due!
See Mary at Signups to Pay
Questions, Comments, Concerns?
Email us at TWMCSecretary@gmail.com
Broken Resolutions Roll Charts and Route Sheets are Here!
Roll Chart
Route Sheet
Route Sheets and Roll Charts were updated 1/23 at 12:30. The old ones work just fine, especially if you are zapping your computer. You only need the updated Route Sheet if you are actually programming yourself. The change is at the end of the 3rd loop where the mileage at the Free Time should be 14.5 instead of 14.2.
Club Dues are also Due!
See Mary at Signups to Pay
Questions, Comments, Concerns?
Email us at TWMCSecretary@gmail.com
The 2025 Training Wheels MC Enduro Season kicks off
January 25-26
Broken Resolutions Enduro
Location: Hannah's Hole, Spangler OHV
35.457200,-117.641963
Saturday Events
Signups: 10:00 -12:00
Beginner/Sport: 2:00
Juniors: 1:00
Potluck: 5:30
General Meeting: 6:00
Potluck Theme:
Asher is providing PIZZA!
You Bring Sides, Salads, Deserts
Sunday Events
Signups: 7:30-8:30
Rider’s Meeting: 8:30
Key Time: 9:00
Want to join us or just have questions?
Email us at TWMCSecretary@gmail.com
Wheelie Good Stories
By Dieter Dirtflinger
January 2025
The New Bike (a.k.a. The Shiny Mistake)
So, I bought a new bike. Not because I needed it—oh no, far from it. My old bike? Perfect. A masterpiece. It was the kind of bike you’d write poetry about. It fit me like a well-worn pair of jeans that still had a couple of good years left. I’d spent countless hours and untold dollars bolting on every after-market gadget and doodad known to mankind. That bike wasn’t just mine—it was me. If you dropped me blindfolded onto that seat, I could still race through the desert like I had sonar.
But then I saw it: the new bike. Shiny, sleek, modern—a technological siren calling me to financial disaster. Now, I could tell you I bought it because I got a killer deal. My daughter works at the dealership, so yeah, there was a deal… but even with her discount, I spent more on this bike than I did on my first new car. That’s not hyperbole, folks—that’s math.
Let’s face it: I bought this bike for one reason and one reason only—I wanted it. Pure, uncut greed. I’m like a toddler in a toy store with the wallet of an adult. And here’s the kicker: nobody stopped me. No one said, “Hey, maybe think this through.” Nope. They just handed me the paperwork and sent me on my merry way. Honestly, there should be laws against this sort of thing. A pop quiz or a sobriety test before signing the paperwork. But no. Instead, I drove home with a bike that gleamed so brightly I had to wear sunglasses just to unload it.
Now, as any idiot who’s ever bought a new bike knows, the real spending starts once you park it in your garage. Turns out, I’m not shaped like the guy this bike was built for. I’m too tall, too heavy, and possibly the wrong species. So, the mods began. New springs to keep the fender from smacking the tire every time I sat down. Higher handlebars. A steering stabilizer (because why stop at handlebars when you can spend triple?). Lowered foot pegs so I could actually sit without my knees kissing my chin. And, of course, every guard and protector known to mankind—because this pristine machine must not be scratched, dinged, or sneezed on.
Finally, it was ready. I loaded it into the truck and drove out to the desert all the while staring at it in the rear-view mirror like a proud new dad. The maiden voyage was upon me. My riding buddies, seasoned hecklers, stood back and smirked as I fired it up. And then…
Disaster.
This beautiful, expensive marvel of modern engineering rode like a three-legged donkey on roller skates. It wouldn’t turn. It either knifed into the sand and flung me off, or bulldozed straight ahead like it had a mind of its own. The fancy suspension felt like it was filled with cement and rubber bands. The motor? About as responsive as a toaster with a clogged vent. The handlebars, which I’d agonized over, were somehow too high, too low, too forward, and too back—all at the same time.
By the end of the day, I was ready to push it off a cliff and call my old bike to apologize.
Then, on the drive home, it hit me: this is exactly how my old bike was when I first bought it. It was awkward, clunky, and borderline dangerous. I even tried to pawn it off on my kid before the suspension broke in and the motor finally woke up. It took hours of riding, tweaking, and cursing before that bike became the trusty steed I loved.
So now I’ve got hope—tempered by a healthy dose of buyer’s remorse—that this new bike will someday be worthy of the pedestal I’ve already put it on. Until then, I’ll keep riding, keep wrenching, and keep wondering why in the hell I didn’t just stick with what I had.
Sleigh Ride Results!
Rocks, Raffles, and Christmas Cheer: A Training Wheels Sleigh Ride Special
They say Santa Claus has a system: make a list, check it twice, then dole out the goods based on your deeds. Be nice, and you get a shiny toy. Be naughty, and it's coal—kind of useful if you're freezing your boots off but not exactly festive. For us at Training Wheels, though? Santa didn't play by the book this year. Instead of coal, toys, or even socks, he sent the Schulte crew. And what did they bring us? Rocks. Piles of 'em. Enough to make a geologist weep with joy or a dirt biker question every life decision.
Were we naughty? Nice? Or is this some kind of twisted Santa logic where rocks are considered "trail gold"? For us crusty old dirt bikers, it was like finding a fresh set of knobbies under the tree—a gift so perfect it almost made us tear up. Almost.
A Magical Saturday: Hot Cocoa, Raffle Prizes, and Maurice on the Mic
The weekend kicked off with a Saturday that can only be described as… well, a Christmas miracle. No wind. No rain. Just bright sunshine and temperatures that just begged you to twist the throttle. Once they pitched the big top, the Training Wheels crew turned the place into a scene straight out of a Hallmark movie—only with more two-stroke exhaust. The TWMC kids made homemade decorations, Santa himself made a cameo, and there was enough hot cocoa to make even the grumpiest rider crack a smile.
The potluck was a feast for the ages, with "roast beasts" of every variety and enough hearty salads to balance out the carb-loading. But the real showstopper was the raffle. With Maurice at the mic, over 130 prizes found new homes faster than a KX450 can eat a straightaway. Young Jack was the big winner, walking away with an eclectic haul that included everything from toys to skincare products—because apparently, even an 8-year-old needs to maintain that youthful glow.
As the raffle wrapped, the Training Wheels family gathered around the fire, swapping tall tales, poking fun, and soaking in the last perfect Saturday of the year.
Sunday: The Schulte Sleigh Ride of Doom
Sunday morning dawned, and with it came the real reason we were all there: the Sleigh Ride. This wasn’t your average holiday parade with waving Santas and candy canes. Nope. The Schultes had other plans. They carved out a course that would make a mountain goat reconsider its career choices.
The trails were a masterclass in suffering: rocks everywhere, gnarly climbs that laughed at many of us, and enough off-camber nastiness to send you into an existential crisis. And those “creative” checks? Let’s just say they were the dirt-biking equivalent of a pop quiz with trick questions.
But that’s what we’re here for, right? By the end of the day, bikes were bruised, bodies were battered, and grins stretched from ear to ear. Some riders clinched their season points, others learned valuable lessons about hydration and tire pressure, and all of us left knowing we’d just survived something truly epic.
Wrapping It Up
So, were we naughty or nice this year? Who cares? The Schulte crew and Santa brought us exactly what we wanted—even if it was disguised as punishment. Rocks or no rocks, it’s weekends like this that remind us why we saddle up every chance we get.
Here’s to another year of twisted trails, tough courses, and the Training Wheels family that makes it all worthwhile. And maybe next year, Santa will toss in a few extra ibuprofen with the rocks.
Wheelie Good Stories
By Dieter Dirtflinger
December 2024
The Squidfilter: Welcome to the Brotherhood of Bruised Ego and Mangled Clutch Levers
Ah, the joys of rekindling your love for dirt bikes after a "brief" hiatus—10 years spent raising kids, building a career, and softening your once ironclad posterior into something resembling oatmeal. But eventually, the call of two-stroke smoke and bruised ribs lures you back. That’s how I found myself saddled with a group of riders from the club. Good guys, but weird. Not in a "secret handshake and decoder ring" kind of way, but in an unspoken, slightly cultish manner.
The first ride with them? Let’s just say it was a baptism by roost.
We met at their regular stomping grounds, a patch of desert that could double as a lunar training base. I had my fair share of race credentials—hare and hounds, enduros, the usual—but these guys had home-field advantage. Still, I was confident. Then they fired up their bikes and disappeared into a cloud of dust.
I was left scrambling, lungs full of dirt, wondering if I had stumbled into some unspoken initiation ritual. They didn’t slow down; they didn’t check if I was still alive. They blasted through valleys, clawed up hills that might as well have had "Abandon Hope Ye Who Enter" signs, and tiptoed along goat trails that flirted with 500-foot death drops.
About three hours in, we arrived at a valley straight out of a sci-fi movie. Volcanoes loomed like judges, lava trails twisted in chaotic spaghetti patterns, and smack dab in the middle was The Hill. It was white, steep as your last tax bill, and topped with black basalt teeth.
The lead guy pointed his bike at the hill and twisted the throttle like a man possessed. I expected him to either die or ascend into heaven, but somehow he made it to the top. Then the next guy went. Same story. They looked like they’d been doing this since birth.
Finally, it was my turn. Before taking off, one guy casually mentioned there was an easier trail around the back. I could practically feel the neon “CHICKEN” sign hovering over the alternative route. I had come this far, so I figured if I was going to die, it might as well be in the name of proving a point.
Second gear, throttle open, eyes wide shut. I charged that hill like an idiot with a death wish. Up the incline, over the ledge—front wheel sky-high and heart somewhere in my throat—I landed it. Not gracefully, but I survived.
The reaction? Crickets. No high-fives, no "Attaboy!" Just a few nods between them like they’d confirmed I wasn’t completely useless. Then they fired up their bikes and tore off down the next trail like nothing had happened.
Back at camp, I felt... different. Like a slightly bent lever—nothing obvious, but noticeable. The guys were a little friendlier, a touch less cold. Later, I learned the truth.
They called it the Squidfilter. Every new guy had to pass through the same gauntlet of brutal terrain, soul-crushing hills, and mild humiliation. Some cracked halfway through. Some took the chicken route. A few passed the test. Apparently, I was one of the lucky ones.
As time went on, I became part of the inner circle. When new guys joined, we’d bring them to the same hill. It was a rite of passage, a litmus test for grit. Watching the fresh meat face The Hill became our entertainment.
Some called it sadistic. We called it tradition.
So here’s to the Squidfilter—a time-honored, dust-choked reminder that the only way into the club is over that ledge, through the pain, and straight into a lifetime of bent levers and bruised egos. Welcome to the brotherhood.