I just got back from England where I had the opportunity to take part in the most amazing off road motorcycle ride of my life. I am a pretty decent rider and have over thirty years off road experience, including motocross and hare scrambles. Although no longer competing, I imagined that I was ready for anything. Little did I know that I was in for a rude awakening and a big bite of humble pie.It all started when I visited my brother David in England and he hooked me up with Boyd who has an off road motorcycle tour company called Overlander Trail Tours (OTT). Boyd would supply me with a dual-sport two-fifty Yamaha and riding gear. I only had to bring my California motorcycle driver's license and a helmet.The word dual-sport spells doom in my vocabulary. Dual-sport bikes are not designed for serious trail riding. I imagined that the ride would be a sedate excursion through the British countryside on a WR-250R, a hefty, under powered, road legal Yamaha with less than adequate suspension and ground clearance.We were slated to meet at Boyd's house at eight-thirty a.m. which meant an early start for the two hour drive with my brother's friend, Andrew, with his Yamaha 450 in the back. He explained that we would be riding green lanes in the Peak District. Although green lanes were mainly used by hikers, many are legal for off road bikes. "Don't let the name fool you, he warned. Not all green lanes are the innocuous tidy little trails that you might expect".When we arrived at Bridge House Farm there was a motor home in Boyd's driveway and I was introduced to George, who was unloading his Honda CRF-250X. My ride, it turned out, was a Yamaha WR-250F, an enduro bike with a license plate, but no blinkers, mirrors or other street legal paraphernalia. It was far superior to the dual-sport model that I had originally envisioned. Boyd's stead was a six speed KTM 450EXC. Things were looking up. Boyd said that he let the other riders determine the pace and the severity of the ride. I was beginning to realize that this excursion would surpass all expectations.The Peak District is breathtaking. Vast reaches of wild scrub land are interwoven with cultivated fields and pastures bordered by rock walls and shrubs. The peaks, a series of craggy ridges, are surrounded by green valleys laced with trails meandering up and down the undulating topography. The weather that morning devolved into intermittent showers. Bright sun baked cumulous clouds swirled high above a menacing veil of underlying grey, which was beginning to blot out the last patches of blue sky.