Why Scarlet is not a motorcycle, and thus should stay off motorcycle trails.

Andrew and I found a trail. It was a lovely day, we were in a roofless Scarlet, and Andrew is a Claussen. Some of you don't know this, but Claussens (all of them, regardless of age, gender or intellect) are entirely fearless and eternally cheerful. The possibilities were not only endless, but enticing.

We pointed the nose of Scarlet's lovely hood down the aforementioned trail and scooted right along. Understand that Scarlet doesn't do 'slow'. She is a bit frisky, being that idle in first gear would remind most people to check their speedometers in a school zone. Shooting down a trail that often narrowed to one tire track wide sent branches, leaves and logs flying at us through the door openings and roof area.

Quickly, we approached a tight downhill turn and discover the worst word when wheeling in such a tight trail with so much speed: Tree!

We promptly got stuck.

We cut down trees to free ourselves.

Andrew climbed a tree.

And now I'm in my living room sitting beside Greg. What a day.