Like the three wise men of Christmas legend, we set out on a quest for the ages… only there were five of us not three, none of us could be considered “wise” even by today’s appallingly low standards, we had no gifts to bring and we’d be riding fire-breathing XR650Rs instead of camels into Kenya’s wilderness in search of riding mecca instead of the new-born King… ah hell this is a crappy analogy… Welcome to the Kenya XRR Xmas Xtreme Braaaaap! While my hopeless riding buddies try to figure out how to share their photos and videos with me, I’ll just put up a few quick teaser pics here to whet the proverbial whistle... like a cheeky nip of scotch before Christmas dinner with Uncle Joe and Aunt Erma... in fact, a stumbling, drunken, secular theme might fit our little troupe a bit better. Let's try that. Above: Easy, happy work… like trimming the Christmas tree while Uncle Joe sings jingle bells in a slurred, lisping Japanese accent Above: Wonderful views, like the splendor and brilliance of first-fallen snow twirling into the open sunroof of Uncle Joe's '85 Camaro Above: Rip-snorting fire-spitting madness, like when Uncle Joe drinks way too much eggnog and starts playing hide-and-seek with the cat in Aunt Erma’s mink coat, growling "Look at me! I'm a Lion, I'm a Lion!" Above: Loss and confusion, like Uncle Joe’s drunken stumble through town looking for his reindeer, still wearing Erma’s mink, scratched to hell by that stupid cat and dragging a string of Christmas lights behind him still attached to the tree Above: Hilarity, like when Erma farts and blames it on the cat who promptly coughs up a hairball on the sofa Above: Rain, mud, falls, broken bikes and broken bones, because it’s Kenya and these holiday Christmas analogies fit about as well as Santa’s ass in Mrs' Clause's skinny jeans! Coming soon.... Braaaap!