A big race in Olancha was cancelled due to the environmental concerns regarding the kinky-tailed, snout-nosed lizard, so we went out play-riding/hill-climbing. Let’s just say I did a wonderful flying-W over the bars at the bottom of a gigantic hill and the big-Beezer took out my ACL and MCL. That was the end of my desert racing – Fortunately the BSA had the kick-starter on the left so I was able to get back into the saddle a few times, before trading this bike away.