Talk about a childhood dream come true. I still remember riding “make-believe” dirt bikes with my cousin around the neighborhood like we were on hobby horses. Of course, there was always the baseball card in the spokes of my BMX bike making the most obnoxious staccato from the back of the bike. I’m not sure how I managed to let 33 years of my life go by before actually getting the chance to ride a real dirt bike. Needless to say, flying down the dirt roads through the desert landscape of Moab exceeded every expectation I ever had about riding dirt …