Thought I'd answer this in a new thread..... So is it too hot to ride where you are now Harry? We've had a horrible heat wave for over 3 weeks north of you.Hi Jim! Well, it's been over 100 since June, and over 110 since the beginning of July. I got a couple of rides in recently by heading out at 5:30 am. But I'm not thrilled about riding alone or going out anywhere too remote cause if I had a mishap and had to walk 5 or 6 hours, I'd be screwed as soon as the sun got up in the sky. My girlfriend/fiance (her name is Jennifer) and I did head north for a couple of days this week. An area of Arizona called Christopher Creek, which is under the Mongollon Rim. Northeast corner of Tonto National Forest. We stayed in a cabin off a forest road. High temps for the day were below 100, but in the early morning it was in the 60s, which felt great! It was the first time I did any woods riding. Roots, fallen trees, moist dirt! (No mud, thankfully!) First day I rode alone. Mostly 2-track. Not super tight, but it was 2nd and 1st gear riding. I've been wondering why my coolant reservoir hasn't been filling even when riding in the Arizona heat, but here in the woods I managed to get the engine hot enough to fill the reservoir. I wanted to take some pics of the trails, but was having too much fun to stop. Second day, took Jennifer out. She started riding in January and hasn't been out more than 6 times. She'll get comfortable on her bike, but then start going too fast and wipe out in a turn, and then have to start getting comfortable all over again. We did 40 miles total, about half open forest road, the other half rougher jeep track. We got kinda lost at the halfway point in our ride and couldn't find our way out of a rough section. By this time, Jennifer had banged up her elbow pretty good (lots of blood!). She would try and go too slow over the very rocky sections, fixate on the ground, lose her balance and fall. This happened about 5 or 6 times. Being the extremely nice guy that I am, I was getting sick of having to go back and find her and help her off the ground. I started thinking she better learn to just pick up her bike herself and stop whining, or be so seriously injured that I'd have to go and call for a helicopter. After her last encounter with the ground, she told me in no uncertain terms that she had no wish to be out here, and what was I thinking bringing out into this rough stuff?! At which point, unhappy at the anger she was directing at me, I suggested that maybe she'd be better off finding her own way back to the cabin. Riding with your woman is a dream come true! Well, we rested a while and finally made our way out of the rough stuff and back onto a windy, hilly unmaintained jeep road. I opened up the throttle a little (only a little because at 7000 ft and jetting for 3000 ft, my main jet was useless) and thought I'd put some distance between us. Much to my surprise, when I stopped to wait for her, she comes roaring up not a minute behind me. For the whole way back, every time I stopped, there she was only a couple of hundred yards behind me at the most. I'd look over my shoulder and see her standing on her pegs in good form as she tore down the road, or watch her carve through a turn with lots of momentum. She'd stop beside me, a smile visible in her helmet, and I'd have to ask: "Who are you?" We made it back to the cabin after being out nearly five hours. I wasn't exhausted, but I'd had my fill of riding and was looking forward to lunch and a very lazy afternoon and evening. So imagine my surprise when Jennifer suggested we eat and head out again! She was clearly delirious from adrenaline and fresh air. As it turns out, we did do some riding later, but not on the bikes. All in all, it was a great little getaway. Jennifer is getting a lot more comfortable with how to use her brakes, which as I had to learn is the key to getting comfortable going fast. If she keeps on riding long enough without killing herself, I see a WR250 in her future! In the meantime, I'm thinking Moab at the end of August.