I'll post some video later, but I rode down through Eureka, and around the mini Motocross track out there and fueled up around 100 miles or so. Only took a little over 2 gallons so I'm pretty impressed at the fuel mileage. I think it was around 40 or 45.
Got about 10 or so more dirt road miles in into Sage Riders race pits and rode into camp and pulled my Moto gear on after 118 miles.
They told me they needed an odometer to mark race course on loop 3 of the race, soooo sure I'll do it on a giant enduro bike...
Knocked the tires down from 28 psi to what I thought was soft enough and ran another 10 or so dirt miles to jump onto the race course at mile marker 90.
Well from 90-95 wasn't too bad but at 95 we got into some nasty rocky hill climbs and up till mm 105 it was really really technical and the thing just ate it up. I wish my GoPro had batteries because I frankly was flabbergasted at what the thing can to. Right up to big deep whoops it does great I was even keeping up with the two yahoos that decided to race a little between pounding lathe at 5 mile increments. MM 100-104 had some big whoops and fun sandy washes and it was kinda like riding a porpoise if I pushed it too hard, but back on the sandy turn track section from 104 to 108 at the finish I got to open up the 72 horsepower machine and rip some fast corners.
The Continental TKC80's work great until you get the rear locked up on a downhill or 90* corner and then it slides pretty fast and goes sideways pretty easy, but I'd hate to try a tire more aggressive that that on the freeway at 80 or 90 mph.
So 18 miles of race course and I ripped a valve stem on the back tire in the whoops on the way in because I was at 8-10 psi and it apparently has no rim locks. I'm told this is because they don't balance well on the road.
Luckily I have some good friends who helped me hoist the beast onto a bike stand and had a spare 18" tube. Also as a side-note a 140 section width rear tire makes changing a tube a breeze.
I got to jam around working road crossings during race day and kinda got a feel for the machine.
Aaaaaand luckily for me when it started to downpour; I chickened out and got a ride most of the way home with Tyson in his sweet toy hauler. It would have been miserable and dangerous: it really really rained for about 70 miles of the drive home.