Dust Devils suck.

I forgot in the previous post –  I had a run in with a dust devil as i came over a rise in the middle of the desert.  It seriously scared the shit out of me.  It hit me real quick, moved the bike about 5ft to the right, then to the left, all while pelting my helmet and bike with rocks and sand.  I didn’t know what hit me until it was all over and the bike recovered its attitude.  I saw in the mirrors behind me the column of dust swirling.

This was about the most unnerving experience i’ve had on a motorcycle.  I am keeping a keen eye out on the rest of the trip for them.

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