wringing the snot out of a DR-Z125 while walking away from an XR100. I can't scrub this grin off my face, but I will be a sore puppy tomorrow. My cousin had it in his head that his 1997 XR100 could keep pace with my 125. I tried not to laugh too hard every time I turned around to check where he was. All in all, I wouldn't trade it for anything. Family, dirtbikes and a killer course made for an awesome day!