Well, Now I am back...... There was 15 riders that I counted and one was a Quad, CR500R, KX500, YZ450F, Three XR650R's, Five XR650L'x, Two XR600R's and my XR680R. I think that is how it was someone else may have better numbers. Super easy rides, nice weather.....a little windy last night at the camp fire but, not bad at all. The city "L" guy's noticed it but, the real men thought it was just a mild breaze. Just enough to get the dust out of you head light. At the camp fire it was mostly kept to a mild beer every fifteen minutes and most held that well.....There was one that had a shot of tequella per beer and I thought he has going to lean on me as the wind pushed him my way... but, he cuaght himself the three or four times that happened. The KX500 guy got going real well and had some good stories to tell, like 105 through the whoops and rocks and up a small hill on a XL600! I kept a lot of the none whoop riding to a one handed afair. The whoops were small with some up to two feet deep and just a little over a bike length apart. They were in bunhes of two to five with a set of ten every now and then. We got the bike wide open on the dry lake beds and I reached somewhere over 102. Cut Thumpage off on the way back but, he saw it coming and we ovoided a serious crash. He was the only one without a head light on that ride so, we had to get back to camp before dark. My wife made some killer, sweet corn and baked potato's for everyone and they had beer with them at about 11pm Friday night. Most did not eat till 11pm because they had to get there beer quota in before they were allowed to eat. I had two grilled bacon wrapped filet-mignon, four ears of sweet corn and two baked potato's:thumbsup: I was way past ready to eat when I got back from the late Friday ride. I had not eatten sense 7am in the morning. Everyone was more then helpfull with whatever was going on....six guys jumped up to help me unload my bike when I got there and loaded my bike when I was ready to leave. One guy needed air in his tire and it was filled on the spot, everyone had tools in there packs and was ready to help if anyone on the trail needed it. I got a nail in my truck tire and it got plugged in camp. Fire wood, chairs, beer, BBQ, BEER, Lanterns, beer, water, beer, tools, beer, good talk, beer, tequella, beer, and some beer. I had no beer but, I ate a lot of food. Three of the guys that came Saturday rode on there own, and we would meat up at camp but, the other twelve rode together. There were three guys named Rich, maybe more. One guy was running around with his shirt off but, no nude Denn. No shooting while I was there. No, cats but, one young girl did get real close to camp. I thought she was a gonner, 17~19 thin, good looking and wearing little top but, I think she knew not to get any closer then the 200' she was at when she was trying to get her dogs back from the guys in our camp. There were F-16 jets flying close to the ground. Some on Friday broke the sound barrier. It was fun and I am sure there are many stories from the others that will be told when they get back. As far as bikes go I did hear some say that there next bike was going to be a XR650R........ I saw some XR650L's that had cam's, with FCR41 carbs that were ripping along real well. Most of the "L" guys did not have starbucks in their bike cup holders.....but, most did have Bud Lite.