how does one start a proper enduro dirt ride, one
(or two) might ask...well, from the view of the
pic above, it is rather obvious in this author's
mind (or what's left of it after having salivated
over getting a dirt bike ever since I was a young
heathen)...we started our ride with a scouting expedition,
that had Wade and I aloft for a couple of hours
in the last hours of Wade's last plane (he was to
sell it the next day)...plainfully good fun it was
as we hovered above what should have been thousands
of miles of asphalt as the overriding roadways,
and instead it was quite the opposite with more
curvilinear dirt jeep trails and just good ole fashioned
dirt roads interspersing the pathways from city
to city, and land owner to land owner...
above is yours truly beaming that silly faked cheshire
grin that one gets when the pucker factor has over
ridden the senses from Wade handing me the [guided]
controls on our second takeoff (I choked the white
out of the stick to be sure of), and Wade wearing
his gear, including smart grin from the casual aforementioned...
now this is proper planning in good style...