BAJA BUSTED
“HOOPS! Hope you boys like ’hoops, ’cause we got plenty of ’hoops down here!” Lesson number one: when the Yanks say whoops, they pronounce it ’hoops. Okay, got it.
Lesson number two: when Baja trail boss Mitch Martinez says: “We got plenty of ’hoops …” you better believe it! And they’re not just soft-c*ck, Nancy-boy, knee-high ’hoops – they are filthy great, waist-deep, mother-sucker ’hoops that smack the seat into your arse and turn your thigh muscles into Jello before you even reach the
next corner.
If you’re gonna go trailriding in Baja, you better like ’hoops. Only 20 years after the first time those ’hoops had kicked my arse when I rode with Chris Haines Adventures, I was back for more … and you couldn’t wipe the smile off my face! There are so many good things about riding dirtbikes, but one of the very best is the friendships you make.
Way back in 1998 on the first ADB magazine ‘First to the Cape’ subscriber ride to the tip of Cape York, one of the participants was American subscriber
