https://ift.tt/3KVXG98 “Throttle through it!” Josh barked through our Bluetooth headsets , watching as my back tire fishtailed in six inches of sand. “It’s soft on this corner too,” Marlin warned, less than 10 yards ahead of us. Even with knobby tires, our motorcycles struggled as they lost purchase to the ground below. Riding in sand is a game of maintaining both speed and balance—not overcorrecting, not allowing the bike to bog, not spinning the tires. Complicating matters, we each had 60-plus pounds of food, clothes, and camping gear in our rear saddlebags. If momentum veered the wrong way, it was game over. The solution to this wobble, counterintuitively, is to hit the gas. The physics of it still don’t make sense to me, but it doesn’t matter. It works just about every time. I heeded Josh’s advice and punched it. Andy Cochrane The Namib desert is one of the least inhabited places in the world, with only a few settlements of pastoral farmers across a large swatch of southwe...