On the old mission and the nasty bit of road. I recall a very sleepless night next to that mission worrying about riding out the next day. I drank about a pint of burbon fretting about that. Would have been unfounded had I not been recruited to pilot all four bikes out. Seems the old men (my old man and two buddies) felt I'd be best suited. Ha ride one Baja race and now your an expert. So, four times I wheeled, bounced, and fell. Sure was glad to get out of there. Funny, I got sweaty palm just seeing that thing again.
"When a man cannot choose, he ceases to be a man."