Dare to be stupid

Today Lord Kadizzle took the mother of all motorcycle rides with his brother in law Ned.  North of Roosevelt Lake we headed deep into the wilderness.  This in and of itself may not have been brilliant, but as we went further and further into the heart of no where Kadizzle began to realize he was playing a classic round of dare to be stupid.

Kadizzle's motorcycle had suffered a set back two days earlier.  After assembling and dissembling the carburetor three times, Kadizzle finally figured out what the problem was with the carburetor.  The float was broken.  With some of the most ingenious repair ever thought of by man Kadizzle sutured the carburetor back together with wire and it actually worked.  Well, it worked almost the way it should.

Now, Kadizzle is busting into the middle of no where with a motorcycle that may quit or fail to perform adequately.  This could have several results.  The motorcycle and Kadizzle may end up 15 miles into the most inaccessible part of AZ in a hundred miles stranded for the night while Ned goes for help.  The motorcycle may stall out going up a 45 degree boulder strewn road.

As we get farther and farther into no where we begin to realize we may be lost.  We may be lost even with a topo map and a GPS.   Some of the roads we are on are not on the map.  We might know exactly where we are, but we have no way of contacting anyone or getting out.

The good news is we are in some very nice country.  We are getting to see sights few people ever do, but will we ever get out and report our adventure.   Near the end of the ride we do have cell service and Kadizzle leaves a message for The Commander that we will be back late or perhaps never.

After 27 miles of the worst roads on the planet that looked like something from the Mexican death drive, we made it back to the place we started.  The Commander returned from her hike with the pick up and took us back to camp.  We won this round of dare to be stupid, and Kadizzle does not need to play again for some time.