Fourth of July, I got my first chance to race a 450 at the north sand hills in Walden, CO, And I think if I had just stood on the bars to get off the line, I would have eaten him(or well all three of them) but instead I just managed to keep up. not long after, I managed to lose a tranny drain plug, and end my weekend. so now we are going to upgrade a litte bit whilst we have the thing apart. Next time I see a 450, I will laugh as as I spit sand at him from a distance with my Geckos!