Desperados

In contrast to outlaws of yesteryear forced to flee into the desert to escape frontier justice, we rode into it willingly guided by the GPS which indicated this as a shortcut to a main road. Eric was ecstatic that he'd found another rutted dirt road for his Trans Alp. I was fighting with wide-eyed concern as my street bike squirmed and jostled its way into the barren desertcape. Ultimately we struck a savage gully sliced deep into the earth and decided that it wasn't worth risking injury or more importantly perhaps, damage to my BMW trying to cross something my machine was clearly not designed to tackle. Nonetheless it had already proven its mettle. Had I the fortitude and reckless abandon to try, I have no doubt the R could have ultimately survived the gully's wrath.