Got together with two of my buds today to celebrate Mother's Day. Mike on a Suzuki DR650, Chris on a BMW 1200GS, and me on my KTM 950. I was their fearless leader for the day. Fearless for me, not so fearless for them. No one got injured, that I know of. The largest amount of bike damage came from the wind blowing Mike's Suzuki over in the parking lot of Matto's Cycle, busting up his aftermarket windshield. No one saw that coming! On to the pictures... Here's Mike's Suzuki intact, regardless of what his dealer trys to do to it. Chris on the way to mayhem. Mike follows right behind. Sure, your bike will fit through there. Mike says that he likes it tight. Eagle One, we have splash down! Now that's how to make a splash! What do you mean you don't like this trail? It's usually under 2 feet of water! You wouldn't even be worried about these rocks if they were hidden under the water. No rock phobias here. The players, Chris. Mike. TZ. Who wouldn't follow this guy straight into the flames of a fire. So I get this great idea that Mike should take his bike down to the water for a photo op. Once there, the Suzuki refuses to restart! We had to push it out of there and bump start it on a nearby hill. Thank God that it fired up.