June 11, 2009
In the land of Indiana, there is a place called the Hoosier National Forest. I have never been, but I've heard stories of a place lush and green, where a maze of dirt and gravel roads twist and turn in such away to draw you deeper and deeper into the woods. A place where, without a compass or GPS, one may be left challenged to find the exit out of the woods that are dark, lovely, and deep.
Today, those willing to enter into such a place gather at the Mitchell McDonalds to have a drink of liquid courage in the form of caffeine, before bravely following the leader, One Who Claims To Have Entered Into This Place Of Hoosier and returned to tell the tale. This kind of rider is known as a Rough Road Rider (RRR).
As an indication of where the day will be spent, you will notice that the pilots of the dual sport machines shun the smooth pavement and park in the fringes on the gravel.
We stop again for a headcount to make sure no one is left behind.
By following our leader (The One Who Has Been Before and Returned Safely), we ride the maze of forest roads, criss-crossing our paths until we find ourselves at the exit where . . .