After stopping for a picture along a straight stretch through a meadow, I get on the throttle and quickly click through to third to catch up with Tony. Suddenly there’s a three foot ditch in front of me, a sharp V like the dry creeks we crossed in the desert.
“Going down,” I think but I’m lucky that all the angles line up so the bike takes the full impact. I hear an odd sound like a sledgehammer on jello from the front but the bike doesn’t even wobble. Holy crap. I’m not going to look that gift horse in the mouth. Keep riding.