About a month ago, I headed out to meet a group of riders to attempt the Colorado BDR. Today, my KTM sits safely back in the garage, and I sit safely back in front of this computer screen. The KTM has quite a few more scratches on it than it had before. There's also a layer of Colorado dirt on it that I swear seems as if it is etched into various surfaces. I literally can't wash away some of this tan residue with a pressure washer, and rubbing it with a rag just seems to imbed it deeper. It might be there forever . . . and I'm OK with that. As for me, the trip left its own kind of marks on me. My ribs hurt like hell at times. Such are the consequences for a tenderfoot making mistakes in an environment like this. You learn quickly, but the lessons can be painful. Ribs heal, so the reminders of the lessons received will fade in time. But I hope that my memories of this epic trip remain gouged deeply in the recesses of my mind, just like the new additions to my KTM's patina. I feel fundamentally changed, and I want that feeling to stick with me the rest of my days. In the posts to follow, I'll give you a daily account of the trip, so stay tuned!