Holy mother of Mary! What would you do? You are way up high in the mountians, rivers of water on something we would never ever try to call a road. Just one mistake and you go off the cliff and disappear in oblivion. And the weather is cold, wet misty and nasty. Man, I think I would just scream 'mama', put the bike a side and pray for Scotty to beam me up.
Chopperking Traveling India
