OK, so here's the deal. I show up with my meticulously maintained and gorgeous bike. Not to mention anyone specifically (Bryan, Jake, Dougie, Kerry S., Brian Meadows), but I think A LOT of those guys were just plain JEALOUS. I mean c'mon, my bike was in showroom condition. After I fell asleep, they all planned on certain trails that would DESTROY my bike and turn it into...something that looked like their bikes. Not that there was anything wrong with the way their bikes looked. They just didn't look like mine (did I mention SHOWROOM condition?). Now my bike is beat up, missing my works connection brackets that once mounted to my frame, now hopelessly lost somewhere between Denver and Moab. I could have gotten $5500 for my bike. Now I am hoping to get maybe ~$3500, if I get the frame POWDER COATED! My new FMF Power Bomb header shows the scars of Moab. My OEM 110x90/18 739 Dunlop is sitting somewhere (but not in the hotel's dumpster...) almost bald. A 756 now sits on my bike (and THAT IS WORN TOO). The helmet I was painting AROUND THE CLOCK for 3 days straight is now SCRATCHED UP for Pete's sake. I guess it's time to get ALL NEW FRICKIN' PLASTIC. Heck, I might as well throw in a STICKER KIT TOO! There goes another $100.00! As for my body, the last time I was in this much pain was when I was body slammin' the crowd at a DEVO concert where later I was trampled to the verge of death. I was in THAT MUCH PAIN! I just came back from the Doc about my right wrist. It wouldn't work right and I couldn't get the firm grip I needed when I was by myself in the bathroom late at night after everyone else went to sleep. Unlike the limped wrist San Francisco guys who shared a twin bed (uhh, that would be Howard-Not-So-Huge and Mike), my wrist wouldn't bend at all. But being the Olympic Athlete I am capable of being, I just ignored the bone sticking out of my arm, and roosted everyone who happened to be behind me when we hit the sandy bermed sections. I won't mention how I got my ass kicked everywhere else, but if I was A LOT FASTER, I could've smoked everybody, including the biker chick on our last ride in Moab! Can't wait 'till next year!