This past weekend a buddy and I rode down to some hot springs in New Mexico. About 75 miles one way through the desert and some foot hills. Mostly double track dirt roads with some graded dirt roads thrown in. I was planning on doing a full photo report about searching for water in the desert like woodschick does. But I don't like stopping to take pictures and my friends make fun of me if I do. Woodschick does a super good job with her reports and I didn't feel I could compete with that type of quality. Besides the hot springs were full of naked college girls and I know Dean doesn't allow nudity pics on here. 
Anyway, when it came time to choose which bike to ride I never even hesitated. My trusty ol 1996 WXC 410 got the nod. I have a few other bikes in the stable to choose from including a brand new CRF 450 with less than 3 hours on the hour meter. But I just didn't feel I could trust the honda to make it down and back. So away I went on my '96 410 that has about a bazzilion hours on it knowing that It would bring me home. Never thought twice that the ol girl wouldn't make it. There's something very comforting about a motorcycle that gives you that piece of mind. Thanks Husky.
Did manage to snap one pic of me getting suited up and leaving the shop.
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Anyway, when it came time to choose which bike to ride I never even hesitated. My trusty ol 1996 WXC 410 got the nod. I have a few other bikes in the stable to choose from including a brand new CRF 450 with less than 3 hours on the hour meter. But I just didn't feel I could trust the honda to make it down and back. So away I went on my '96 410 that has about a bazzilion hours on it knowing that It would bring me home. Never thought twice that the ol girl wouldn't make it. There's something very comforting about a motorcycle that gives you that piece of mind. Thanks Husky.
Did manage to snap one pic of me getting suited up and leaving the shop.




