I ride Blackstar every week. Other than getting a little more crowded especially on the flats, I have no complaints. Great people, great work out. I was out yesterday morning which looked to be a beautiful day. I was riding the flats and was approaching the ONLY water/mud puddle still present. As I was approaching (maybe 10 feet away) I hear a vehicle behind me. I do a quick glance and it appears that the a truck is approaching, maybe 30 yards back. I decide to step on it and push to the left around the water/mud as I should easily beat the truck. Just then, the truck guns it, hits the puddle, nearly hits me, and completely drenches me and my bike with the grossest nastiest mud I have ever seen. Yes, I am livid. Hikers just above me are astonished and almost as upset as I am telling me that the truck almost hit me. I pull around the corner and the truck is stopped to unlock the gate. I start to unleash a curse filled tirade as the driver gets out. Low and behold, it's Art Tuttle. He starts in with the SOS- "This is private property, you don't belong here". He tells me he did me a favor as "it's hot outside, I just helped you cool off". I have seen him before. Sad thing is I actually gave him a ride once a few years back just outside the gate to the mobile home park as he asked me and I thought I just may be able break down some barriers. I reminding him of this trying to make it personal and he says he doesn't remember me. I am writing this to warn my fellow Blackstar Mtn Bikers, keep your eyes open (he drives a beat up old Dodge truck). Art is still around a crazy as ever.