So “isolation” is, in fact, the perception of isolation. Breaking down or getting hurt while riding alone in a desolate area is not something anyone wants to experience. That said, this needs to be tempered with the proverb: Do as I say, not as I did. For in my younger years, as a devout motocrosser, I regularly went to the track mid-week to practice completely alone. My approach to training involved going into the mountains above Indian Dunes and laying out a course with challenging uphills and gnarly downhills. I would be up there for hours, all by myself, putting in laps in anger. Looking back, the danger I was flirting with spooks me. I’m very lucky to have never suffered a major crash that might have left me incapacitated. They wouldn’t have found me for hours, maybe days. Such is the fearless nature—or rather, stupidity—of youth. That said, the preference for going alone has been carried into adulthood with dozens of trips on adventure rides into relatively remote areas. The potential dangers are mitigated by riding well within limits, the risk/reward being aloneness in beautiful surroundings of nature.