After drinking whiskey and piña coladas until 2:30am the night before (Chris drank the fruity drinks, I drank the whiskey) we went to Raceway Park track where I learned how to drive very slowly in straight lines. Turning, while not difficult, is still, well, difficult. It took me 47,000,000 times (actual number) to start the bike and I maaaaaay have flooded the engine a time or two, but I got it into third, didn't fall off and now realize that buff shirtless young men live in quantity on the motocross tracks of South Jersey. Very. Important.
We then pre-planned another very important part of our Baja trip. The tequila drinking. With margaritas and Mexican food in our bellies we are researching motocross trail rides and looking for a bike for me on craigslist. I hope it's pink.
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