Smurf said:
No No Ivan you're not getting off that easily. Tell us about the girls in Bikini's.
Well, since you asked...

Custom Chevy vans with fuzzy dice in the window and built in beds and bars, dune buggies, motorcycles, sand rails, hundreds of miles of sand dunes, hills, and trails; lots of people, lots of alcohol, and lots of beautiful, tanned, women, in tiny little bikinis. I remember that one of our group was a drop dead blonde cosmetologist named, get this, Candy

I always had Candy cut my hair; as often as possible in fact.
For better or worse, when I was in my late teens most of my friends were in their early twenties, which had a few benefits from my point of view. But we were all desert biking fanatics and they adopted me as part of a old network of friends who had been in high school together. For a number of years we made these trips which were one big wonderful party and about the most fun I've ever had.
With that, I will throw in one more story that gets back on topic. One of our favorite places to ride was El Mirage dry lake bed, in the California Mojave Desert. In many areas the lake bed as flat as a parking lot for miles.
http://aeve.com/digitaldesert/ddaa/em01.html
Sometimes on warm, moonlit nights, a bunch of us would line up on our bikes in the middle of the lake, side by side, and separated by maybe a hundred yards or more. We would then take off and ride at maximum speed
with our eyes closed for as long as we could stand it. Depending on the bike and the sprocket ratio used that day, we were usually riding blind at something between 70 and 100 mph. Even though you knew logically that there was nothing to hit, it was a moment by moment struggle to keep your eyes closed. I don't think I ever went more than a minute...or maybe a little more... I'm not sure any more what the record was. Of course we were usually drunk and it was probably a much more dangerous stunt that we thought at the time. But I must say, it was almost like you were flying. It was incredible.