Ok, it's pretty hard to see, but if you look closely, especially if you click on the picture to see it in a separate window, you'll see the muddy tracks coming off the side road behind me, messing up the blacktop. When I looked in my rearview mirror and saw the proof of having ridden over rugged terrain before getting onto the paved road, I had the strange urge to roar and pound my chest. I felt strangely proud of the mess I was making on the paved road with my great big manly truck.
Yeah, I know. Strange. As my dear friend Chris used to tell me, SMSP. Simple minds, simple pleasures.
Don't worry, I had a passenger take the picture. I'm not that simple minded.