Much to my surprise, about 90% of the road was actually better than it was coming in. The sand had been hard packed by larger vehicles that had been forcing their way through, the grating washboards had been flattened out quite a bit, and there was no longer dust and gravel getting kicked up everywhere I looked. The other 10% of the road, however, was far, far worse. The road didn’t drain or absorb well, so even after 2 days of sunshine, there were still massive patches of thick sticky mud and deep puddles. Some of the worst spots fortunately had a set of narrow, albeit bumpy, tire tracks we could get through with a very careful and steady wheel. In the hairiest sections, honestly, however much street cred I’ll lose for this, I let Hollywood get my bike to the other side. As even he struggled to get his bike across the sloshy soft pools, my skill level in the dirt meant the risk far outweighed the reward, and at this point I just wasn’t having a good time. There’s a fine line between expanding your comfort zone, and doing things that are way over your head to the point that it’s paralyzing instead of simply challenging.