Ahhh the King of the Desert. those were awesome days back then and yeah those large pines with the big ford and chevys with the reel flag parked beneath next to the rusty old 50 gallon drum hmmmm. Wish it was still there you had the mud for the boggers and the nice black loamy dirt trails with the big berms that would just twist for miles through open grass then into these tight little oasis type forrest and then back out to a lake or a big circle track in the middle of nowhere. those were the days. First bike was an old trx 125 1985.