Concepts like "durability" and "difficulty" stand in stark relativity to the brutality of the region’s rocks, ravines and—in my particular experience—rain.
To illustrate, the best hot shower I've ever experienced was in a bare-bones Mexican hunting lodge with dish cloth-sized towels and power that shuts down at 11 p.m. sharp. I’d just plucked out my contact lenses, which had been discs of 30-grit sandpaper for the last 20-odd miles, and was finally able to blink without feeling like I was resurfacing my eyeballs.
The rubber the assembled media was there to evaluate—BFGoodrich’s new KO2—had handled the ascent to Mike’s Sky Rancho without a hitch, but the setting sun and challenging conditions had taken a toll on all the buggie drivers.
At that point, we’d reached the midway mark on the junket’s 300-mile torture test, and had been briefed that the goat trails, locally referred to as “roads,” were even trickier on the way out.
Over a dinner starring steak and tortillas, we’d get a not-so-gentle reminder about the potential plunges which awaited the overconfident. I’d eventually get nervous, but first I was going to finish my beer.