this was taken at the end of my first titus canyon ride in death valley, california. mr. happy is sitting next to my munched mirror and hand guard, caused by a small dirt nap on a loose, rocky and steep-as-hell incline. the best get-offs are the ones where you land in a pile of rocks and giggle because nothing hurts, and your bike’s okay. a good day, indeed. mr. happy survived in fine style, unlike the box of froot loops i brought along for that ride. it turned into cereal dust.