" I promise we won't do any rough stuff" Larry remarked when I was whining about my heavy KLR and street tires... Bastard! Here we ride down "Shit Creek". Aptly named because of the 1850's outhouse hanging right over the water a few yards upstream. The down-streamers probably knew what the up-streamers had for dinner the night before... probably made the water a little tangy as well. Mike here discovers that riding without seeing the front wheel adds a unique experience to rock hopping. Like I said earlier, he can't ride worth beans.