When Lastplace and Hogwild announced the Death Valley Rally for folks either going to Dakar or aspiring, I knew that I had to be there. Dakar is my dream, I don't know when or if I can make it happen, but to be with people who understand the attraction was a lure that seemed irresistable. However, after almost 20,000 miles of driving my van to and from various rides this summer, I couldn't face getting back in it. A trip to Dumont floated around in my head in search of something to connect with. A hatred of the van floated around in my head in search of something to connect with. A desire to ride my 950 provided the core for everything else to crystalize around. The plan was born: ride as much dirt as possible from here to there, ride all the rally routes, and then ride home. Who says moderation is a virtue?