So it usually goes like this:
I get an e-mail from Brad asking when were going riding. I end up replying with several dates. Finally we decide on one. Brad starts talking to Bryce and the date changes. Meanwhile, I talk to Paul and we change the date. I finally talk to Bryce and we determine that were planning on two different dates; of course no one knows how we got into this position. After a barrage of e-mails we finally end up on "the same page." Once were settled on a date, Brad invites someone else and the process starts all over.
After picking the date, we need to figure out where were going. Brad wants someplace with "killer" hill climbs and single track trails with 5000 to 10,000foot freefalls off to the side (ever been on a trail so narrow that theres no dirt to dab on either side and a 2000foot drop on both sides? I have with Brad, and he loved it). He also wants someplace that you can ride from sunup to sunset and not pass the same rock twice. Bryce usually wants open roads with 100+ mph cruising speeds, good scenery, and lots of opportunity to explore. I like variety and I hate hillclimbs. Actually I dont mind the climb its the coming back down that I despise. I hate big drop-offs, Im terrified of heights, and I hate 100+ mph in the dirt. What do I like? I like tight, twisty, single track woods riding, not too steep of course. What do I love? High-speed deep twisty sand washes. Then theres Paul. He couldnt care less where we go as long as we shut up and get there. The whole decision process (or lack thereof) seems to annoy him. He pretty much says, "just call me when you guys decide!"
For our latest trip we had decided on Panamint Valley. This was easy; we go every year and it was about the right time of year. However, only weeks before, we began to get reports of flooding and washed-out impassable roads. This, combined with general land closures, would have limited the riding and the fun factor considerably. So once again we were faced with, "so were we goin?" Bryce and I got together over the remnants of a pony keg and decided to go to Laughlin, Nevada. We thought itd be cool to try to find our way to Las Vegas and spend the night there (we all have dual-sport bikes). About the time we started to get stoked, Brad showed up. First, Brad has no interest in Vegas. Second, he was not convinced that the riding would be challenging. Third, he couldnt believe that Nevada is big enough to provide enough riding to keep it interesting. He also had mentioned that Jim and Scott were coming and neither of them had dual-sport bikes. Being convinced that there wasnt enough riding to be had, he began to pitch going to Saline Valley. Of course Bryce and I didnt like that idea because we felt that there wasnt enough good riding there.
I called Paul, whos response was "I dont care, let me know what you decide CLICK" After poring over maps, eating two pizzas, and emptying what was left of the keg, we had decided on Jawbone Canyon. This was assuming it was all right with Jim and Scott. But thats not the end. At the last minute Jim and Scott backed out and it was time to start over. We eventually decided on Rasor Valley. Of course, we needed to decide where we were going to ride. That's when it got real nasty. As I said before, getting there is at least half the fun...