This is how we were greeted at the mountain bike camp. This dude came unglued on me when I rolled into “his” camp. He was pissed off because he said I “came through tearing his camp up”! Now, there’s always two sides of a story but I can assure you that rolling past him in first gear with a flat tire might not be considered “tearing up a camp” by most people. If he wanted to see what tearing up a camp was, I’ll fix my flat and show him. He was giving me a righteous lecture about “tread lightly”! He was yelling “look it up!” I didn’t have to look it up. I just looked around the camp to see how people were treading lightly. I learned that rolling into a grass covered valley with hundreds of cars and trucks and people and tents and campers is treading lightly. Being the new and improved Joe Motocross, kinder, gentler, more understanding, I apologized for bumming him out. In his defense, later on he came over and also apologized and said he handled the situation wrong. Fair enough. We were buddies then. We weren’t at camp long before it got dark and I thought I’d better get my tire fixed. This one turned out to be a Class 1, single, patch failure. The patch was gone! Not half way still stuck to the tube. Not split. GONE! Weird. This was a new one and I didn’t know what to make of it. It’s fairly rare for one of us to have a patch failure. I patched it again and let it sit for the night. Then it was over to the fire for some BLAH BLAH BLAH. Drey Dog and I demonstrated the Adjustaforks by throwing on some burgers. Burgers on the Adjustafork should only be attempted by experienced users. There is room for error when you flip them and it’s easy to knock them into the fire. Too much Crow also results in sandy burgers. We've found the most simple way is to just grab them with your gloves on and flip them. We pulled it off without dumping them in the sand this night. We scavenged some cheese and condiments from the camp. Next we heated a couple tortillas up. BAM!! A little more Crow and lights out!