First moto ride and threatened by crazies en route
Christian is pretty much a pro dirt rider. He has years of experience (and broken bones to prove it), hundreds of desert miles under his belt, and plenty of trophies on the wall. He is absolutely the only person that I would trust riding on the back of the bike with. That didn't make the first 5 minutes any less scary though. It was tough being completely out of control of where we were going, and how fast we would get there. Trust.
Halfway up the hill our crew (matt, sue, lukie, christian and I) ran into meme and his gang, the local mexican tweekers. He violently gestured and waved us over to their compound as we rode by but Matt told us to hit the gas and bail out. A mile down the road we got the story- apparently there is beef between he and Matt. Matt is a super respectable guy and does what he feels is right and doesn't hold back in fear of pissing people off. As the story goes, meme is a pile, steals from his own family, and steals from Matts family compound. Matt felt it was only appropriate to get even, he ran donuts and burnouts via moto in Meme's camp, raided his tents, and stole his tools (which he later realized were probably the tools that Meme stole from his father).
Meme wants to get him back, so we couldn't risk going back the same direction that we came. Our short ride turned into a 40 mile trek.
We rode into the sunset. We rode in formation down the road and transformed from motley crew to motorcycle gang. I went from white knuckled to dry mouthed and soar from smiling.
Sorry Dad, but you could only keep me off a bike for so long. I am hooked.