Doubling up...

 After the first days massive exploration to find singletrack we stayed a little closer to Scottsdale and found nirvana!  Wow.  Still inside the city limits of Scottsdale and we located the mother load of of tacky, dust free, insane trails.

 Capt. Curt putting his rear suspension into full go mode around a huge cactus.

 Todd ripping.

 Us, our moto's, singletrack, and not a human for miles.  Does it get any better?

 This shot is for  you Mom and Dad!  Thanks again for the new moto boots.  I love them, they are awesome.

Curt, scoping the commanding views.

 Ohh yea, one of the catalyst for going down to Phoenix was to watch the AMA Supercross event that was in town.  Wow!  You wouldn't have to have ever swung your leg over a moto to have appreciated this rager!  There were 40,000 people packed into the Diamondbacks baseball stadium watching the madness unfold.  We had awesome seats up the first base line about 5 rows up, right behind a massive triple kicker.

Team green pits.

 Some action from the early qualifying rounds.

 No, that is not a mirage or a fake shot.  Its a dude going large, really large.  These guys can do things on moto's that I thought were previously impossible.  They are so comfortable in the air.  Wow.

 Back to the ground......, we certainly got inspired by the big airtime the night before, but kept things mostly on the ground during the next days ride.

Ohh shit....., a cactus induced flat and our flight was leaving in three hours.  Oops. 

 Million dollar homes and single track in the background.

 Hell yea boys, that weekend was the bomb.

 The supercross was quite the spectacle.  Laser light show, smoke, the whole shabang.  

Aaron avoiding an octopus.