Three Gringo Geezers in Baja, California
An hour into the ride, we were already in trouble. We’d lost the main road and were stuck in deep sand and didn’t know the way out.
Forty miles
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From the back of the pack to the front (and back again)
I rode in the desert for the first time in the spring of 1969. I was fourteen, and I owned a 100cc Bridgestone. Although I had spent some time on a friend’s
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