As threatened, I rode the '83 in the Sahara Sands Hare Scramble in Manahawkin, NJ, hosted by the Pine Barons Enduro Riders, course layout by the South Jersey Enduro Riders.
Full disclosure, here: I am a member of the South Jersey Enduro Riders, and I helped with getting the course ready for the hare scramble. I took Old Rusty out on Saturday to do some arrowing and sweep the course during the youth events. It had been running pretty well, but I noticed that after fifteen or twenty minutes of hard running, it would get hot enough to start running lean. I have never actually messed with the jetting on this thing. I was still running what was in the carb when I pulled it off my shelf during the rebuild. AFter all, the thing started easily, idled and revved out. Why mess with a good thing? Well, the hot running was not good. So I opened up the carb to raise the needle, only to find the clip already in the lowest position. I took the advice of a fellow club member and shimmed the needle up with a tightly curled loop of safety wire in the shape of a donut/washer. The motor now had a pretty bad burble up to half throttle, where it came to life like never before! It was making great power, with a pronounced mid range hit . NIce!
AFter SAturday's festivities, I drove the hour home to get ready for my races on Sunday. I planned to run the KDX in the Sportsman class in the morning, which is a non-points paying class in the C event, open to whomever. And then I wanted to run my Husky in B Vet in the afternoon event. But first, I had to clean the KDX's air filter (it was dusty!), wash all my gear, and maybe play with the jetting a bit. I cleaned and oiled the filter, washed and dried my gear, and found a JD red needle to try out. I put it in with the clip two up from the bottom.
My buddy picked me up Sunday morning, we had a leisurely breakfast at a diner and pulled in to gear up for the races. It was at this point that I realized my gear was still in the dryer, and hour away at home!! Ack!!! I had all my pads, helmet, boots, gloves, etc., I just didn't have my jersey or pants. I managed to borrow my buddy's KTM orange pants (yuck) for the morning race, and another buddy's for the afternoon. No jersey, though, so I had to ride in my t-shirt. SPODE!
I lined up with 36 other riders in the Sportsman class. 36! There were too many of us to fit all on one line, so I pulled up behind two guys on KTM 4-strokes. I had no desire to fight for the holeshot. Well, the green flag flew, Rusty started in one kick, and both KTMs in front of me wouldn't start! I waited a good five seconds before just riding around them.
The first several turns were just chaos. 36 guys headed onto a narrow MX section made for three or four downed riders in each corner. I just motored around the outside of each corner, and I probably passed a dozen guys.

I joined the freight train headed into the woods, and was holding my own pretty well. The front brake was mostly working, thanks to the mew lever I put on it. The trail was a little beat up, but the oil-less shock was doing okay. At least until I hit the first whoops section! With no effective damping back there, I was using all the travel over every whoop. I HAD to back way off. There was just no way to power through any large bumps. Smooth single track? I was ripping pretty well. Whoops? Yeah, not so much!
So I motored around for two laps, having a great time. I was having to work really hard through the increasingly whooped out course, so I called it quits after lap 2. I wanted to save some strength for the afternoon race. As it turns out, I'd used pretty much all my energy riding the course Saturday and then in the AM race. My speed really suffered in the afternoon. I still had a great time, but lost all semblance of speed after the first half lap. I'm thinking I'm not in good enough shape to ride all day Saturday, then race four hours Sunday!
The KDX is proving to be a fun bike. I would still like to get the front brake working better, and of course I have to rebuild the shock. My JD needle ended up way too rich, so I blubbered around most of the morning. At least it didn't get hot. ANd I think I may spring for new bars to replace the tweaked stockers. NOt bad, considering what it looked like at the beginning of this thread!
ONe of my fellow club members commented that the '83 was a "survivor." I agreed at the time, but upon reflection, I think it's a survivor insofar as a zombie is a survivor! Back from the dead, ugly, and slow moving!
