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Gas Gas bikes have recently been making their way to the top of the list in the Enduro world. I think it's a Spanish bike. I saw one recently at the Bootlegger and prior to that I noticed a recent big winner, maybe EWC??, was on a Gas Gas. And I've been wondering if my friends at The Race Shop will start importing them. So the term's been on my mind.
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On the day of the Bootlegger, soon after I saw a Gas Gas not three feet away from me, the term really resonated. During a long moment of the rally, Tom S invited me for a relaxing quiet drive along the beautiful NC mountain roads. Just him and his lovely bride enjoying the scenery. How's a girl to resist? It began as a lovely drive...
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But as we began going up a rigorous hill into some really back country, my car sputtered and died. Despite the fact that Tom S is world renowned for running out of gas, in my love-is-blind euphoria, I honestly thought I had engine trouble.
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But Tom knew: We were just out of gas gas.

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I smacked my head: Of course! So we coasted backwards down the hill into this charming - but vacant - house's driveway. (BTW, it was on a stream that looked awesome for flyfishing) I opened the doors for the cool mountain air, propped my feet up on the dash and pulled out a book as Tom walked slowly away from the vehicle in search of gas gas. The Prince went to each and every house in the kingdom.
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I had a great view of all the enduro bikes passing by after the rally, returning to the podium. I hoped they all thought I was merely enjoying a nice summer read and not embarrassingly stranded, although I was tempted to flag one down and hop on the back, that would have been very fun. It seemed like no time at all when my prince returned, as if no big deal, and poured the gas in while he talked about the great people he met while searching for gas gas.
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...and the prince and the princess lived happily ever after.