Sometimes you need to face your demons.
Last year in March I tried to ride to Death Valley with some friends. It ended early with a freakish accident that hopefully is one of a kind (or at least not likely to happen to us again). Despite this, and the emotional roller coaster that watching your friend tumble down the road can be, there is a need to do the trip. Not only because I want to go to Death Valley, but also because we need to prove to those damn buzzards we’re made of stronger stuff than they are. (and my friend promises to duck)
Then they went so very bad.