OK then, Mongolia. The holy grail of off road motorcycling for most of the group. I'm a road rider and always have been so the juries out on whether I could really get into it like the others. A high speed tumble after getting involved in a 'piece of sand the size of Egypt' (c. my dad on the first hole of Richins Park Golf Club a few years ago) didn't really help that idea. Riding off road is so demanding, you spend 99% no, 100% of the time trying not to fall off the track or the bike. And sand, oh my god, you have virtually no control over the bike and get this, the only way to correct the near permenant 'death wobble' is to accelerate even further! Anyway, day one ended with bent handle bars, a bruised hip and sand EVERYWHERE.
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