Yesterday we went on Indian site exploration number two. Since we had to travel on 13 miles of the worst roads on the planet, the explorers decided motor cycles were the answer. Ned, was gracious enough to let us use his 650 dirt bike, and he took his other dirt bike. With The Commander behind Kadizzle on the bike wearing two back packs we could fly down the road at speeds unattainable by truck. The hiking poles sticking out of the pack would have been a lot of fun when the crash came. Kadizzle rarely rides a dirt bike, so he is not an expert. You could not have made these rock strewn trails any worse and still passable. The rocks were up to two feet in diameter. Successfully we reached two great sites. Luckily for The Commander she decided to hike past the worst part of the road on the way out. Kadizzle performed the perfect storm. Kadizzle managed to go too slow and stall the bike just as he was going over a big rock. The bike tumbled to a crash. Kadizzle tried to stop the bike from falling with his leg. This resulted in a terribly pulled ham string. Ned, yelled pick up the bike you woss. Kadizzle in his injured state could not lift with one leg. Once Ned, was convinced to pick up the bike Kadizzle managed to resume the ride. Kadizzle by the grace of God landed beside a big prickly pear catus.
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