FAIR NOMADS

For a split second I think we’re about to lose all control of the moto and go hurtling through the rain into the sludgy quagmire that’s almost got us stuck.

“Hold on, ” Olenk yells and rips the throttle. Our typically pleasant ride through a mountain pass is being transformed into a slippery labyrinth of muck and manic motoring as another wet season storm engulfs us. I grip the seat with white-knuckle intensity, ruing the fact that we have one bike between us. I squint into the rain