This was, hands-down, the least amount of traffic I'd ever seen out here, and it made for a great ride. It was the day after Easter Sunday, coupled by heavy thunderstorms forecasted throughout the week and scheduled road construction. In the end, it only rained twice that day, and the road maintenance didn't start until the following day. The bike performed flawlessly; however, I made the mistake of leaving poor quality gear oil (from the initial rebuild) in the gearbox, and I had to shut my riding down due to my gearbox starting to act up. Still, I managed to go up and down 5 times, which gave me over three-thousand reasons (curves) to be passed-out by 6:30 that night. I've since replaced the oil with some USA made SAF-XO, and it is butter smooth once again. I do wish my garage partner would have been with me, but he's already on to bigger and brighter things. We started this when he was twelve, and still had his squeaky child voice. Now, he's got this caterpillar growing over his lip, his voice has changed and girls are knocking on my front door. I remember the day we brought it home... I told him one of these days it would conquer The Dragon; that would be our sign we were officially done. And conquer it She did.