When I think of Palm Springs, I think of unwinding in a cute AF house that I found on Airbnb, drinking tequila, and seeing old-ass white people with their Jamaican or Haitian caretakers at the grocery store. But I decided to go ATV’ing because the only thing I’m more scared of than hurting myself is FOMO. I said, “Yaaas,” and went with the gang to the ATV site.
