Wednesday, March 09, 2022

Brain dead stupidity, a wonderful motorcycle ride

Old Kadizzle never learns. Too many times he has take off for a little motorcycle ride and ended up with way more than he bargained for. Yesterday was the classic case. The old man thought he would ride the paved road down to the East Verde river.  In no time he saw an interesting Forest Service road. Why not take a little challenge? So up the steep road he went with an I can do this attitude. Of course he did not have the equipment he needed to get out of a jam. The most important thing is communication. He did not have the satellite communicator, nor even his phone, brilliant. The next ingredient is to go just a little farther. On a motorcycle one must always think " maybe I can go down this, but can I come back up". If you cannot come back up you have to keep going down. Kadizzle just kept digging himself in deeper thinking well if he kept going the road would somewhere get back to a better road. More than once Kadizzle went down places that he felt he could not come up. Then he started to realize maybe the road did not end up in a good place. It began to appear that way. Deep in the wilderness he began to think about the possible disaster looming.  Unable to ride out on the motorcycle he would have to walk miles out of the forest. Then to make it worse he would have to go back with something and get the cycle. His worst scenario came to pass. At the farthest point the road just ended. There was no way out except back the way he came. Attempting to get out that way could easily lead to a broking motorcycle or a broken Kadizzle. One part of the road in particular was very bad. It was steep and had rocks the size of volleyballs. Kadizzle stopped at the bottom of the real challenge to think. One thing he could do was to move what rocks he could. After doing his best to make the road passable he mounted the steed. Picking a path is key to going up a bad hill. One rock can end the game. By the grace of the almighty Kadizzle made it up the worst part. Wow, what a relief. Kadizzle made it out of the forest. 

Now the question is, will Kadizzle learn anything? Hopefully. Rule number one. Don't go alone. Rule number two. Dress with gear to crash. Rule number three. Have communication. Rule number four. Realize you are an old man with limits. 

The thing that always gets both the Kadizzle in trouble is starting out on a mild adventure, and then going just a little farther, just a little farther. It has happened so many times. Always you think you are going to just do a little do da adventure so you don't take what you need. Next thing you know you are in a deep mess wishing you had brought a rope, a phone, or a map. That brings Kadizzle to admit one more huge failure. A map, figure out where in the hell you are going before you go. That was the major failure of the last motorcycle adventure. Kadizzle had no idea of where he was going. If he had consulted a map he would have seen the road went nowhere. Why do people build roads to nowhere. When you get to nowhere you find out. The road was probably originally put in to establish what in the west is called a tank. At the end of the road was a small pond. That is what the ranchers call a tank.  Well live and learn, and hopefully get smarter. 

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