Oh yeah.
I carried little charms and such that had been given to me, as well as my St. Christopher. I also picked up tokens from the gods of quest/adventure that were given to me along the way. That Semi truck and the desert were the only close calls, and I was being watched over as I am here to tell the tale today...
I should get gremlin bells. That dang motobike needed fixing or repair ing at least once a day, there were some days where I would have gotten along better if I had just pushed it along... Some days it felt like i was just start, stop, repair, repeat.
*chuckles*
Of course my biggest good luck charm was my Dad, driving the support vehicle!
There's not many fathers out there that would, at age 67, follow their 33 year old son on some dang foole adventure like that!
He's a great sport...
It was a good experience for both of us in many ways, but for the point here- this aspect was good 'cause we never really connected when I was a kid, and this gave us a chance to really connect on a deeper level; we're closer now than we've ever been.
cool stuff...
Rif