Everybody needs to ride in a sidecar.

Once.

Once is enough.

This was the day my number was called.  A few years ago my old KLR suffered a failure during a dual sport ride near Bastrop and couldn’t be fixed on the side of the road with the tools I had with me. Lucky for me a fellow with a hack was riding with our group and was kind enough to give me a ride back to civilization so I could negotiate a tow for my broken beast.  It is still the only day ride I’ve been on that someone in the group was riding a hack.  What are the odds?

The dog was just an added bonus.