Ted Bell aka Mike
Polovision aka Paul
Ronnie, just Ronnie
DanEBoy
So now the convoy heads south to Cedar City. It is hot, it is desert, it is good. They don't have helmet restrictions in the states that I have been going through and I have to admit that I have been rather negligent in wearing it. But it feels so good. And seriously, if I was in a wreck at 80 mph, I'd rather not come through it in some kind of 'condition'. Just take me now. I felt bad for DanEBoy, he was a tad reluctant to go at high speeds on the motorcycle (I need to get fancier now and refer specifically to his ride as a scoot since his looked very, very nice), but in lieu of being left behind in our collective dust, he risked it all ran it at 80 mph, up to 85 I hear, attempting to keep up to me.
DanEBoy at speed!
I like to lead. If you ain't the lead dog, the scenery never changes. [We now pause for a moment while the 'Meercans attempt to figure out what this veiled snowy reference is hinting at...]. Okay, so we totally pushed him out of his comfort zone. Heck, later on we take him on a dirt road. I don't know which was the worst though for him, being on dirt, or getting dust on his scoot. I can keep a nice steady pace, which is okay on a superslab, but you don't want me leading when you're on a two-laner, I pass where others might tarry. (get the feeling I've been catching up on my Reader's Digest word of the day?) Except for Polo, I think he'd be a tough one to outrun, he doesn't display a lot of cowardice either.