No Guts, No Glory, No Broken Bones
Ok maybe I didn't really wanna go. Have you ever been a hostile passenger in a “side by side” bone shaker with nothing between you and the Almighty but a few wispy clouds and the clear blue sky? “Open air” not like a quaint cafe but windowless, not even a windshield to stop the mud, dust, attacking birds, spiky cactus, pelting grasshoppers, my best friend right now is the roll bar which I didn't even know existed until a few seconds ago. At the outset I felt slightly braveish, a few monster boulder piles and drenching sprays later I imagined what it would feel like to be a jumping bean, salt shaker or pureed in a blender. Unforgiving rigid steel seats recline, bend unintentional as the rattletrap ascends a mountain side meant only for bobcats and big horned sheep, not certain the vertical path continues over the ridge, maybe this is our “Thelma and Louise drive off the cliff” moment? Unrelenting ear shattering thunder, head shaken so violently I commi...