Today I had just enough time for a quick jaunt to Ironwood Forest National Monument, which, incidentally, not being staffed in the first place, isn’t affected by the government shutdown. This time, Li’l Burro, ever curious, chose a new point of access - Manville Road. It was a test ride of sorts, I with new pants*, he with new shoes.
|Li'l Burro contemplates his cousins.|
|Yes, they even sang their sprightly, squeaky song for us.|
|Around here, grass is a photographable event. Grainy, artsy style no extra charge.|
Funny how the very moment you find yourself wallowing about in sand deep enough to make walking difficult, much less riding, or dragging your motorcycle out of it, is the same moment you realize you should be headed back home getting ready for your gig.
When I have a successful fall, I like to spring up, hands in air**, legs together, back arched, like a 15 year old gymnast – front!, left!, right! – just to emphasize the cleverness of my little trick. Ten!
*I’d been putting off buying a pair of riding pants better suited for Li’l Burro, because I’d been hoping Olympia Moto Sports would make their X Moto suit for women. “Are ya gonna make it for 2013? Huh? Huh? How ‘bout 2014?” The answer remains a steadfast, “No.” But since I seem to be putting my street leathers at risk in the dirt and mud, I broke down and bought a pair of Firstgear TPG Escape Pants (what a name!) on clearance. Not quite what I wanted, but they work, and fit perfectly. I’m pretty sure I got the last pair of size 6 in the universe.
** I totally stole Pilot Guy's moves here. And I'm keepin' 'em.