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I hope that you an the Husky are all mended now. I was brain dead not to make plans with'n you guys re:meet for a beer at,,,at,,,o'clock. DOH!
The odessa 100, organized mayhem. Thousands of riders buzzing round thousands of rv's/trucks/trailers/ of every description, and the odd bus ("kamloops rules"). The poker run which has absolutly every conceivable calibre of rider on it was 54k of carnage, body and bike, from the pooped out to the smashed up and the dads running rear blocker for the impossibly small kid on a ridiculously small bike. Mistakes pay big here, from the endless rocks, and thesquare edged whoops that have been gracefully carved over twenty years,to the freeHot Dogs that turned out to be spicy, (mine was yummy) there's the ticket give spicy dogs to all those newbies "b-bye, enjoy bouncin round with that in you gut". The winner of the poker run, who, in all honesty could legitimatly have just walked around, had 5 aces (wtf) for which he won a trophy that was 20 feet tall, er, an honest 4ft., they continued to give away booty, forever. A great dusty bumpy rocky fun day.
The Race. +-800 riders on the line. two waves, first the two lappers +-450 riders who false start themselves across the desert to the flags 2k away, the carnage begins. 25mins later we go, rather they go, my plan is to watch-then go, that and help the 70+yr old gentleman lift his leg over his bike (he has two 50 yr olds in the race) tenacious old bugger. On the way to my 34th place finish I saw it all. from way fast pros to people just laying there beside their bikes too pooped to party,LOTS of them. I ejected from the KLX after dropping the front into a bottomless whoop hidden between two sagebrush.A pretty good wind helped with the dust, cept into it or following. On my approach to the finish line, on my DSBC stickered KLX I heard a"YOUR TURN SIGNAL'S ON!", I damn near cried. When's the next race? (pics to follow, hopefully)
