Saturday morning was ridiculous. My old two stroke died for the third and final time, at the top of the hill before the swap-meet. I coasted down the hill and parked by the lake. I met my wife, who drove in our truck, and went through the "fan zone" and watched the races. Came back a few hours later, after the bike had cooled down, and put in fresh plugs. Second kick the bike fired-up and was trouble free the rest of the weekend.