After an hour and 15 min on a track built of desert and rocks, in 90+ degree sunlight, plus the heat of having ur gear on, and the heat radiating from that sstallion of a twostroke, we have not only a finisher, but a survivor. Bruised, battered, torn, and exhausted, this weekend was a blast. Saturday we finished on fumes. I lugged around a backpack of tools, bottles of water and gas, and with a quick pit stop and topping off his bike, we again finished on fumes.