Ah Jetz, you have yet to learn the weekend bloodsport of trail riding with your buddies. You see, Cle Elum was in retaliation for a previous ride where I had lured my south of the border friends into the deepest, darkest depths of the westcoast rainforest. Think of a perfect setting for a "swamp thing" movie. A place where a friend had sunk his XR280 10 minutes into the ride, only to extract himself after a 30 minute profanity laced kicking frenzy where every treetop in the vicinity had been coated with thick, black mud. A place where another riding partner had wedged his YZ400F so tightly between two stumps that it took everything we had to extract the bike ( he promptly sold the Yamaha realizing had it been a race he would have DNF'd). It was evil.
But to answer your question, at the end of that ride I was smiling like a Chershire cat while my friends were coated in a thick layer of dust, their jersy's hanging in ribbons from side swiping blowdown.
That is of course, until the next ride.
