This is the post you knew was coming. The moment I started pondering the purchase of an Argo or ATV was the first step on the direct linear path to this moment.
A moth to flame, I.
Since you already know where I’m headed, I’ll start with the ending.
I leaned against a tree and wiped a cold, soaking wet hand across my furrowed brow. “I guess…” I was speaking to myself, miles away from the nearest other human.
“I guess this was part of the plan.”
Nearby, perched crookedly between some wheel ruts, stood my stout uncomplaining steed; my brand spanking new Yamaha TW200. It was filthy. Water was dripping from every nook and cranny. It was not running.
“There’s no getting around it.” I thought. “I sunk that bitch like a cannonball hurled into the Mariana Trench.”
Stay tuned…
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