After much prep and some augmentation of the gear closet, I finally got my new toy out for some *real* off roading yesterday. I went to Hopkinton/Everett/Clough with some NESR-ites/LRRS cats. Lots of orange bikes, and even a few non-orange, yet equally bad-ass. Nevermind the riders that really knew wtf they were doing. Fortunately for me, they waited up for me and kept feeding me pointers. I lost count on how many times I hit the deck. But I left only hurt, not injured. So all was well. I forgot my camera at home. Which was just as well because I kept mashing the ram mount I setup for it into the ground. Handle bar mounts are great for street bikes. Not so much for dirty toys. So all I have is a snappie from the parking lot. Dear lord, this all day, every day. I can't believe someone would rock that place on a 950!! :eek1 That's either one helluva rider, one helluva machine, or most likely a mix of both. Wow.