Mom and dad went to Krabi for the Christmas holidays. When they came back home, among the many fun stories they brought, dad told me about Geronimo at “Thailand Off-Road Adventures” and the unforgettable adventure they lived together. That story, constantly enhanced by dad’s overexcitement made mom almost jealous. While talking about it, dad looked as thrilled as a schoolboy. The last time I saw him that energized was when he messed up with Red Bull and some other hypercaffeinated home-made ingredients while heading to one of the many local sport events he frequently attends with supercompetitive hopes.
His story convinced me that it was my turn for real fun, so I cancelled my planned trip to the Canary Islands and went for Thailand. Unfortunately I didn’t know my little brother Matty was coming along and of course I had to babysit him. That was a promise I had to make to mom!
Krabi’s Ao Nang Beach is a quiet and nice place to spend few days. It is where we stayed.
Two days later after our arrival in Thailand, my little brother and I were ready to meet “Geronimo” & friends. Fun started in their garage even before the ride. There were a lot of stories and jokes to make everybody warmed up in advance. My little brother seemed to enjoy it very much, perhaps too much. But fun is the reason we come to Krabi, so there was nothing out of the ordinary going on yet.
Back home I ride a bit of enduro and mountain bike, while my little brother plays mainly football and road cycle. Geronimo decided to take us to an initially easy ride to taste our skills. That was good for us. The day was hot like the summers in Italy, and the mountains, although very beautiful, not easy to climb and to descend. However it was all manageable with the help of our “Apache” guide. What I didn’t expect however was my little brother’s baby-overexcitement, perhaps just like dad in what he closely resembles. Matty went nuts and things escalated quickly out of control.
Now it appeared cleared to me that my little brother’s main purpose was to compete with me. He just didn’t plan to go play-riding, he wanted a war! And war it was. Geronimo’s concern was that of taking us to some of the most secluded and safest areas he knew. Our guide was aware of our battle and as he said at the beginning of the ride: - “Your safety is my first concern”- he took us to a palm forest with sandy tracks where we could unleash our rivalry.
We slalomed through thousands of corners that needed a rear slide technique. It was fast, fun, and high practice-teaching. And, what about my little brother? I left him in the dust of course.
When the little Matty got totally exhausted, it was time for a break. We had some delicious Thai food in a tiny village of very curious people. Their interest made me feel like I was a film superstar in action.
After that it was time for our way back home. Crossing the mountains again, and through different routes we came, turned out to be challenging and enlightening at the same time. Geronimo had respected his word. He showed us what many years of experience can do. That man knows the area and its innermost secrets like a real Indian out of a Far West film. I loved following him as close as I could get.
As the sunset approached (and my little brother got more and more tired), in my mind I had the thought of the infamous “night-ride without-lights” that my dad wanted to experience. That thought was coming closer and closer. Sure I would have done it as well, but then looking at Matty’s endurance slowly fading away, I wisely selected for an earlier and safer return. I had promised my baby-sitting duty to mom after all.
But while my dad’s reckless experience makes him look a wonderful man to me, Matty’s behavior showed exactly what he is made of. In a failed attempt to follow my speed, he tailboned me and both of us ended up in a deep ditch filled with mud. Nobody got hurt but the work needed to rescue the bikes was awful. It was Geronimo who did the job while I personally wanted to kill my brother.
However, Geronimo and I brought Matty back home safe and smiling like a monkey, all in one decent piece. Mom will be proud of me, and my dad even more enthusiastic.
Despite the war-like events I feel I love my little brother more than ever. I love him for what he is and for what he gives to me in his own way of course. We are even tighter to each other after the unforgettable adventure that Geronimo gave to us. That Apache is my hero in Thailand, and we are friends now. I hope I will see him again soon.
(Translated from Italian with the help of mom)
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