Aside from the fact that we're on the bikes shortly after sunup for Kinney's Nikon, our last day on the Paiute goes without incident. Thanks to a little parking-lot airbox alteration, Nixon's KLX is now as fast as mine. It's still seriously asthmatic below 7000 rpm or above 8000 feet, but we manage. We're just having fun. Nixon, I suspect, can go significantly faster any time he's ready. But this isn't a race, and unlike most people in my line of work, Gary Nixon has nothing to prove. I don't want to be bear jerky at the bottom of some anonymous ravine, so it all works out.