Got back from Utah Saturday on the WR450. The San Rafeal Swell was swell on Friday. Went 88 miles that day on the WR450, one-half of which was on the infamous "5 Miles of Hell" trail. When I got in to the 5MOH and looked down at three foot, sharp-edge ledges going down in to the canyon, I realized there must be the same going up out the other side. I took an escape route out of the canyon before it got too weird and caught a whole load of crap from my friends for not doing the whole trail. One of my buddies even questioned my gender. My five "friends" that went further down the canyon and back up the other side testified later about lifting all the bikes up over these ledges just to go further up the canyon trail and doing it again, and again, and again. One was a TT600-285 pounds ? I'll bet the exhaust pipe wasn't cold to the touch either. What's up with that ? To knowingly go down in to something that requires constant stop, lift, start to get up ? Get a trials bike ! I instead roosted the WR450 on "blue" trails around the Iron Canyon rim that afternoon, spotted them occasionally with the binoculars while I sipped on designer water in the shade, and was fresh at the end of the day. Later that night at the trucks, I asked their sorry, aching butts "Who's the bitch now ?". Anyhow, take care ya'll and see you on the trail.