for those of us off road minded

[yonder]

6. "4 measly inches of travel". Ain't that the truth

Blasting through a bunch of whoops with the rear end trying to catch up to the front end while trying to hold on to the whole disaster-waiting-to-happen. Those were the days.

I have to laugh at your "next 16 bikes used me and my Husky for traction..." In one of my earlier novice races I had the inverse happen. I got an okay start, running mid pack with a Husky dogging me and pushing to pass. Well, I fell right in front of him in a corner and he used ME for traction. I got back on and finished but for the next year or so I had this great scar on my back of a Trelleborg knobby. I used to proudly show it off as a battle scar.

Once again, those WERE the days. I think this is called bench racing on a discussion board.