death defying it seems in both images, when having
to take a 325lb enduro scoot down a 60 degree embankment
that was a mild 6m high...the rest of the tall Tejas
tale was that the lad in view (moi) was running on
point and effortlessly scampered up the embankment
only to find that the downside was a mud bog pit that
no doubt has dinasour bones hidden in its depth...quick
braking, a crack of the throttle as the front steering
gets turned with quickened pace, and the sound of
leather seating being sucked up me behind, averted
a real quandry...but not aversion enough that Tony
did not have to dismount and help me turn the scoot
on a dime...
dear lad, many thanks helping to save me from a perilous
doom, not to mention catching it on a few bytes of
a memory card.