Got in Thurs afternoon after a nice all day drive from Tucson with Skip (RPage11). Had a little bit of jetting refinement to the 2T Thurs before it got dark. Already had the 525 set up or so I thought, and Skips 450X was running great at altitude. Friday Skip, Myself and Gene (all the way from Long Beach on his WR250, no trailer/truck required) went for a ride. Cottonwood with Skip and Gene A little detour before Cottonwood Pass then stopped at the Ranger Station just before Taylor Park Res, over to Tincup for lunch & pie at Frenchy's. Then over Tincup Pass proper to see what we missed a couple years earlier while following TellyDoug up Tincup on our big fat bikes during RMAR. Skip at Frenchy's Gene Tincup was nice, happy to be doing it on my wee little 525 instead of that fat F800. I'm sure Skip liked it a lot better than when he tried it on his 1200GS also. The hail at Tincup, just starting Gene at Tincup Summit Hustling down We had gotten to the summit of Tincup just as hail began to fall. We decided not to linger and cut our days ride short and hustled down the South side towards Chalk Creek and St Elmo, then back to Arrowhead to clean up before heading into town and of course the Distillery. About 90 miles today, great. Saturday I joined Pablo's group of 10 riders and we headed over Cottonwood for some of that singletrack we all seem to crave, until we get into the thick of it that is. I was going to ride my 200 2T for several reasons, one was that my 525 was not quite jetted right during Fridays ride and the 2T was. Two it was much lighter and would be like bringing a gun to a knife fight in the singletrack. The group left camp at 0940 and within 3 miles my poor 2T was running very bad at the topend. So I waved off to Doug the sweep and headed back to Arrowhead. When I got back to camp and shut down the 2T, it had unusual smoke coming from the pipe and I thought that maybe it was time for a topend job. I transfered my tools back onto the 525, filled it with gas and soon I was headed back towards Taylor Park. Maybe I can catch up to the group, if not then I'll regroup at the Trading Post. Maybe find some riders to join up with. I sure wish I had a different needle jet for the 525, but all the way over to Taylor Park Res it ran great, even at the top of Cottonwood Pass. I found the group at the Trading Post and topped off my tank. Ready for some singletrack. My bike ran good until pretty late in the ride, then it suffered in the mid range just like it had Friday. I wonder why it would run so good for so long at Alt before showing signs? Beyond me. I'm not sure where exactly we went but we did pass by the Lily Pond then up to American Flag Mtn. Very cool up there. Lots of group pix. We thought we were at the top... Austin TX guy 1 (name eludes me) Chad Eloy on the 650 super tanker But Pablo came along and said this isn't the top, and roared on by. I guess there is more. Carl cruizin up on his DR 350. The top of American Flag Mtn John getting his pic taken by Chad. Looking across to where we had just been. You can see the quads there. Doug there on the right, fastest tire changer in the west I hear. Doug Pablo taking a group shot of us by the flag. The group split up and when it all shook out 4 of us went left off American Flag and the other 6 riders went right. I think that left turn took us to Old Italian Creek Road. Then I think we went along Reno Ridge Rd or Reno Divide Rd. I'm sure Pablo knows. Here's Pablo doing a quick fix on his chain guard after that scary (to me) rock pile back there. No pix as I was too scered to take out my camera. Pablo, Austin TX guy 2 and Austin TX guy 1. Sorry if we got introduced I forgot your names. Austin 2 was borrowing Chads XR 250 since his 525 died Friday somehow. H's only 6'-5" or something along those lines so that bike fit him just right.....man he rode that little bike well. I had a great time, sorry I wimped out on that rocky section and thanks Pablo for getting my bike through it. That squished vehicle at the bottom there was messin' with my head. About 140 miles for the day. I was whooped. Skip and Gene had gone down towards Four Mile and on to Salida. When I got back they were just getting cleaned up. My turn, then over to the Pavillion for some grub, socializing, drinking, raffling, dancing etc. What a day, what a weekend, what a bunch of nice riding. The bikes all fit in the truck again, somehow. Thanks to Ben and all the people I didn't get to meet that made this such a great event. I am glad to hear about George's progress. His bike was getting loaded onto his trailer Sat night and there were lots of concerned folks asking about his condition. I hope to hear updates as they become available. Get well soon. We got home to Tucson late last night and left all the bikes loaded until this morning. We went to unload everything around 10am, and by 10:30 we were drenched in sweat. No more cool mornings with a jacket needed. The one nice thing about being home is all the thick air my lungs get to breath in, they missed the lower elevation for sure. I don't know how y'all ride all day without an O2 tank.