The following is a story of the perfect day gone bad.
My question is: How long would you search and how far would you drive?
So...Buddy buys new bike (Suzuki DRZ400). Buddy and I (Suzuki DR350SE) go out on an "epic" journey (100 miles and 6 hours of pavement, gravel, trails, and playground). Life is beautiful. I'm introducing a friend to an awesome past time...
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Let the rampage begin.
I said pose for a picture and this was the result...
On the way home (the best).
Just about dusk, we roll back into my driveway. Grins from ear to ear. I'm putting away stuff, scrounging around the house for food and beer and I reach for my D10 in my back pocket.
It's not there. A dark cloud surrounded my head, and I went from riding high to meloncholy. My faithful, daily companion of 18 months was gone.
Today, I drove 110 miles. First I stopped at the 3rd picture (30 miles) since it was the last place I remembered putting my gloves in my back pocket, which was the only possible explanation for the jettisoned D10. I searched the grass where we parked the bikes for 30 minutes. Gutted, I began a U-turn, about to give up (since the world is so big and a D10 is so small), but my heart hardened and I continued my search.
25 miles later, I searched the 2nd picture. After 15 minutes I drove away (cattle grazed grass = quick search).
I decided that it might have been lost early on, so I scoured the 1st picture.
I got a little choked up when it wasn't there. I knew that I couldn't possibly search the several thousand square feet of areas we had stopped at. I also knew it might have been ripped from my pocket in some freak incident of physics during my 100 mile ride.
I lowered my head in defeat.
Then I decided to check our "pause" for dumping our packs and such, before rampaging around the offroad stuff. I figured I couldn't sleep if I didn't at least look. There's no way it could have just "fallen" from my pocket, but I had to look...
I found it buried in the soft ground. One of us had apparently ridden over it when we took off to play on our bikes.
Would you drive 110 miles and spend 5 hours looking for your favorite light?
Had I not found it at the 4th stop, I wonder how far I would have gone. Driving slowly along the shoulder for 40 miles hoping to spot it in the ditch?