We headed to Moab last week for the annual "boys trip". There is very little difference then any other Moab trips other then we also ride some of the 'harder' trails, eat a lot, stay up late and think less. It's a good time.
This year we had at least 35 vehicles, some carrying two people. That's a big group. A big slow moving group. We didn't cover as much ground but we had just as much fun. No one was hurt and we only had a few toy related casualties. It was a good year.
Garret might have a freakishly large head but I think at least some of it is the helmet.
Nate 210 was just taken out by this obstacle. poor lil' guy.
(Notice that one arm is wrapped around his head and the other is trying for the bike. Flexible lil' guy. Ain't he.)
I forget which modeling gig Matt is using this one for. I think it's for the beanie-wearing-truck-buying-riding-pants-wearing-beard-growers-of-America's annual calender. Mr. June himself.
This is what Matt and Cort look like waiting for 45 mins for people to put their riding gear on. A chest protector is not 45 mins complicated, I promise.
Moab looks so alien most of the time. If you go I would remind you to look around. it will be worth it.