They had some motorcycles on raffle at the theater when I took Mo to the latest Jurassic movie (I think this is the sixth installment, it's basically the same movie as the original Jurassic Park, but I can't say it's not a move worth making six times over).
Anyway, these were motocross bikes, the ones you ride if you want to fly 50 feet into the air as if you were invincible. Two cycle motors with tons of torque, suspensions meant to take gravitational forces that an astronaut would blanche at.
But this one was a supposed 'survival' model. It had water gerry cans and a rack to mount panniers onto, and probably strap a few more supplies on top of.
This way, you can pack up a bunch of camping gear, ride off into the wilderness on a bike capable of going places you couldn't ride a goddamn horse. That way you're hundreds of miles from medical assistance or even a cell signal to beckon assistance when you get your life-threatening motocross type injury. Brilliant.
I admit, part of me wants one.
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