Two bikes...a Suzuki 450 or some such as that...and a WR250R.
Two Brothers taking a day out...
Some Stupid Stuff the smarter of us waved off...
And a discovery that there were far too many people...
But in the end it's all about one thing.
The smiles.
About 65 miles in the dirt, no flats, no crashes, and a whole lotta good ol' dirty fun.
My brother and I don't get a chance to get out together much. His new job eating up time...my job eating more time...the chance to get out and spend time? Priceless.
I had the chance to join my brother for some quality ride time in Ocotillo Wells. I can't claim to be the fastest rider in the dirt and I can certainly say that the WR is a bit on the heavy side. But with knobbies and a fair bit of forethought I was plenty able to keep up with my bro. He's been riding dirt for 10 years and this is barely the start of my second...and perhaps my 6th day in the dirt in total.
Sand? No problem. Deeper sand? No problem. Rocks? No problem. True-off-trail "I'm Lost" riding?
The best part was spending time with family. Good Times.
