The Ocala National Forest’s Centennial Trail is deep, white, sugar sand. It’s a fight to keep pace with Jim, my wife’s boss, and two young vets, Jesse and Lou. I’m riding my Kawasaki KLR250; everyone else is on quads. To tell the truth, I’m a little embarrassed to be seen in the company of these bubblegum-tire, anyone-can-ride off-road machines that require the absolute bare minimum of rider competence. Opening up the nation’s trail system to the inner ear-challenged was the worst idea since talk radio. Normally, I’d have nothing to do with four-wheelers except these are not normal times. Finding riding buddies who aren’t busy or broke is getting harder these days.