For ye of little time, I went, I raced, I froze, I fared/finished way better
than expected and came home with bike and body intact and to tweak a phrase
made famous by our own Wudsracer...."That first free hit is gonna cost me a
fortune, cause now I'm hooked!"
If, you've got a while longer, pull up a chair, pop open a cold one and
throw your feet up on the dog, this may take a bit to read.
The setting:
Battle of Atlanta at Social Circle
Team Race (up to 3 person teams) running on a 12 mile woods course cut
specifically for this race. Mixture of bar banging tight woods singletrack,
open grass track, endurocross obstacles, water crossings, swampy bottoms,
outdoor MX, log crossings, etc. No huge hill climbs, but plenty of technical
riding.
There was some seriousness to the race....trophy's, prize money..riders from
as far away as Canada and top names from GNCC like the teams of Steward
Baylor and Kailub Russell who won OA by a few seconds over Russell Bobbitt
and Cory Buttrick with the Am-Pro Yamaha team of Thad Duvall, Barry Hawk
and Ryan Beleu rounding out at third ..etc....but it also had a certain
Stimulon-ish-ness to it as evidenced by some of the more creative team names
EDA for one (Erectile Dysfunction Awareness) , Overall winners Baylor and
Russell raced for team Half Fast (say it out loud and you'll get it) ....not
to mention the fact that both Batman and Chewbacca we seen piloting race
bikes.
Weather ....Sunny with temps at the start a balmy 12 degrees and it never
broke into the 30's all day.
This was a race both visioned and executed by racers, for racers. Their
primary goal was for everybody to have a great time, ride some awesome
trails and create memories to last a lifetime. Mission Accomplished.
The promoters are on-line friends that I have known for years, (one as a
fellow moderator with me on www.georgiaoffroad.com) but never met IRL
(similar to my relationship with most of you). They have held the first of
these races 2 years ago and it was without a doubt the most talked about
event in the state that entire year so I decided that this would be the site
of my inaugural race, now I only needed 2 more willing participants. Someone
on the GOR put up a matchmaker post and several of us jumped on the
bandwagon. Within a day, our team "Los Tres Desperados" was born with 3 OFG
slow poke trail riders (John, Mark and myself) all running in their first
race ever. Our one and only goal was to finish healthy enough to go to work
the next day.
I knew that this was a transponder race and that numbers weren't necessary
so instead I suited up with recognition of my call sign on the local
GeorgiaOffRoad forum of DirtBikeDad or DBD for short.
http://i208.photobucket.com/albums/bb58/warrenmountain/Motorcycle%20Stuff/NumberPlate.jpg
I did have 3 major concerns prior to the event.
1. I wouldn't be able to tell when the fast guys were coming and one would
slam into me at warp speed and use both me and my bike for traction leaving
the us in a mangled heap.
2. I would drop off one of the 7 slick bridges to find myself in an icy
creek.
3. The shame of not having the skills to even complete the 1st lap
I arrived about 11am on Saturday to set up our pit/camp with one teammate
arriving about 1PM. At 3 we had the chance to pre-ride the course with a 350
rider congo line and other than tipping over a couple of times when traffic
suddenly stopped from our 2MPH top speed, it didn't look too tough. Concern
number 3 happily put to bed.
The promoters both know of some of my extracurricular activities and
volunteered me into holding a church service right before the riders meeting
on Sunday am. I said yes primarily so to buy my way out of taking the
leadoff ride.....and before they said to expect 100-150 attendees at the
service. :-) Turns out that through some last minute schedule changes and
confusion with announcements, only 3 showed up (2 of which were my
teammates) so I dodged a bullet there and still got to ride the 3rd leg
after which the temps had risen almost to 20 degrees.
The first of the A riders hit the pits alternating hands between the bars
and either the muffler or their motor to try and thaw them out. Reports
funneled in of ice, slick, snot, multiple dirt samples and missing
plastic...... and these were the A & AA riders....we are all wondering what
happened to the course overnight! Mother Nature was a COLD-hearted beast for
sure.
Granted this was the first HareScramble start that I had ever witnessed in
person, but I don't believe I'll ever see another that ranks as high a cool
factor as this one. They had a Civil War Reenactment group on site that
provided security overnight and kicked off the race day festivities with a
1/4 mile formal march with a drum, fife and flag corp leading the way to the
starting area. We get there and the bikes and spectators are facing the Corp
which are to our east. Just as the sun starts to break through the trees and
morning mist, the drum and fife corp light up with the national anthem
followed by a 5 gun start to every row.
Mark and I missed the Open C row start in all the mass confusion between
trying to get everybody's engines off (dead engine start), black powder
gunfire, they are off and the next row is warming up...rinse and repeat. We
head back to the pits to wait. About 30 minutes later Mark suits up, warms
up his bike and waits some more. This cycle was to repeat a half dozen times
before he gets a chance to ride.
After what seemed like forever (in reality it was 55 minutes) LTD's lead
rider John comes in sporting only the mounting bracket and copious amounts
of green 200 MPH tape where my helmetcam *had* been mounted less than an
hour before. He was so bummed and apologetic. Even spent a full 5 minutes
during the race off his bike looking for it to no avail. Oh well, I do my
magic with the zip ty's and duct tape to get the transponder switched to
rider #2 and Mark is now off and running.
After the interminable waiting period of the first lap, John and I talked
about trail conditions, jawed with the folks on either side of us and warmed
by the propane heater once he realized that sweaty underclothes will
eventually meet frigid outside temps to make things a little unpleasant.
Somewhere around the 40 minute mark, John disappears around the corner and I
start suiting up. About the time I get my boots buckled, Mark pulls into the
pits! I've still got to get the chest protector, helmet and gloves on....and
John is still MIA so Mark has to dismount, find a place to lean his bike,
cut his own zip ty's off and mount the transponder on my chest protector.
Don't know how much time we lost, but Mark wound up with a 46 minute lap so
that helped.
I head out, too flustered to realize that I ought to be nervous as hell so
all is good!.....1st gear only through pit row and exit to the woods
entrance. I'd gone about 200 yards and started feeling pretty loose when
BAM! The front washes out on an off camber root and I go down hard my right
wrist. Shake the cobwebs off and gingerly make it through the rest of the
really slick stuff and start getting into a rhythm (a very slow rhythm, but
a rhythm nonetheless) With somewhere upwards of 150 riders on the course at
a time it really amazes me when I pass the 1st mile marker and have not seen
a single bike (fore or aft) yet when all of a sudden I hear a buzzing and
move over just as Bobbit comes screaming past like I was tied to a tree with
a hearty "Thank Uuuuuuuuu" and a thumbs up. Concern number one was still
with me, but greatly diminished as I now knew what to listen for and never
really had an issue all day. Happy to report that my skills in moving over
may have cost some our team some time, but not once all day did I have a
rider on my tail screaming or revving his/her motor. This first lap I fell 4
more times and all four were a result of picking the "first" place to pull
over for a faster rider rather than the "right" place. :-) By the 2nd or
3rd fall my legs were cramping so bad that I almost couldn't mount back up
much less kick the starter. (When would all those bananas start kicking in I
wondered?) I've been very spoiled in the past with the torque of the mighty
KDX and my typical speed (or lack thereof) to have not needed to spend much
time/effort developing good clutch skills. That turned into a painful lesson
on this loop as it required nearly constant clutch work to maintain any
momentum at all over the slick terrain and by mile 7 my clutch hand was
screaming significantly louder than my injured right wrist. I had gotten to
the point that with the cold, arm pump and injury that it was all I could do
to just hold onto the bike and keep it upright. Kinda glad to not have a
functioning helmetcam at this point, but determination sets in and I ease
back into "trail ride" mode. About a mile later I hit the wide open MX track
and things start feeling a little better. Clutch hand gets a rest and I'm
not so tense now that I don't have quite so many trees to dodge. Another 2
mile dip into the tight stuff and across the swamp (deep ruts but fairly
firm bottom at this point and I make it cleanly through). Around the next
corner is the obstacle course and I take heed of the admonishment in the
riders meeting for all B&C riders to take the bypasses. Takes a bit longer,
but I'm too tired to worry about ego at this point. Around the turn closest
to the road and I see my friend Brandon and my godson Landon who had said
they might come to watch and give a shout out as I pass (Remember this event
as it will provide comedic relief later in the report)
A few more turns and my first trip through the scoring tent. Try my best to
read the letters on the itty bitty screen to my left to no avail (only to
discover after the race that had I looked right, there was a BIG monitor
that you could read from the next county) so I had no idea where we were
running nor my lap time. I was, however very happy that my lap was
over....err turns out there is another 1.5 miles of tst between the tent and
pit row! :-(
Back in at the pits, we make the switch and I sit down to warm up and try to
think of exactly how I am going to break the news to my teammates that there
is no way in hell I these arms of rubber and legs suffering from simulated
lockjaw can survive another lap. About that time, Brandon calls and gets
directions to our pit. I asked if he heard me yelling and he said ....and I
quote...."That was you?....But you were going Soooooo SLOW, I didn't think
that could be you. You were barely moving on the wide open grass...Really,
that was you?") Did I ever mention to you that Brandon is a bastid?
I've got nearly 2 hours to kill so we grab a burger and walk pit row a bit
snapping a few shots.
http://i208.photobucket.com/albums/bb58/warrenmountain/Motorcycle%20Stuff/BoAaSCPitRowNWView.jpg
Feeling much better by now and all too soon, it was my turn again. Since
there wasn't a single shot of me (in action or otherwise) I asked Brandon to
cut across pit row and into the woods where I would appear some 3oo yards
from the woods entrance and he captured the only shot of me in action all
day and of course it would be in one of the easiest sections on the entire
course...but ya takes what ya can get.
http://i208.photobucket.com/albums/bb58/warrenmountain/Motorcycle%20Stuff/BoAaSCWoodsEntrance.jpg
This lap I see a lot more traffic and even pass a few guys (ok....most are
either down or stuck on log crossings, but I still passed'em!) The clutch
hand feels much better but the right wrist is absolutely on fire the entire
lap. I only dropped it twice this time around but they were both doozies.
First was in a steep off-camber section with the bike ending upside down
below the trail. I swear the KDX gained 200 lbs during that fall. After many
attempts I finally grabbed the wheel and drug it up above the trail and
flipped the whole thing back over to right side up status. The second one
had me laughing so hard that I thought it might drown before I could get
together enough to pick her back up. See, I came upon the swamp crossing and
it had significantly deteriorated from my earlier lap. Ruts were looking
seat deep in many places so I picked a line and gassed it. Worked really
well too until about halfway across when she was running out of steam and I
realized I was in third gear. Quick downshift into second, back on the gas,
dump the clutch and .....WTF????? In my haste, I had downshifted twice and
she promptly stalled and dumped us both into the soup. Ever tried picking a
bike up on ice? Every time I'd get the right leverage to raise the bike, it
would slide out from underneath me or I'd get it halfway up and my legs
would go sailing. :-)
Anyway, I arrived back to the pits with the whole shebang frozen solid and
plastered to my skin.
http://i208.photobucket.com/albums/bb58/warrenmountain/Motorcycle%20Stuff/BoAaSCMudBath.jpg
Second lap wound up as my last because we ran out of hours after my
teammates each had one more ride.
Your probably tired of reading by now and I've got to go to bed in prep for
a departure in just a few hours for the airport, but at the end of the day,
I had conquered my 3 big fears, survived the ordeal and came out virtually
unscathed (Wrist still hurts like hell and typing aggravates it further).
Had a ball and would do it all again even with exactly the same outcome.
Next time around it will be a family team though as the boys would have a
blast! Didn't get a trophy, but did win a nice set of goggles as a door
prize and we exceeded our goal of just finishing by a wide margin. Missed a
top 20 placement by only one position. Finished the day with 8 scorable laps
and a finish of 21st out of 34 teams in Open C.
WooHoo What a ride!
This is the 1st lap helmetcam footage of a GOR fellow by the name of Brian
Kirby that will give you look at what the course was all about.
http://www.motionbox.com/videos/d497d6b71a19e3ce5b
KW
Keith,
Thanks for sharing the race with us! It was a great report.
I'm glad you survived with your sense of humor and enthusiasm intact.
Brian Kirby races the AHRMA Cross Country series, and his mom takes
a lot of really good photos, which they post on the net. He's a good
fellow.
March 7 is the date for the Bear Creek Hare Scramble (Kirby, AR, on
the shore of Lake Greeson) that the ADR is hosting. It will be a fun
one!
Of course, you can bring Travis and Wilson to ride the TrainRobbers
Enduro the second Sunday in June. Ride together, and then keep going
after their course ends. (Super Short ends at one point, then the
short course will end later. Last year, the Short/Long course split
was a mile and a half from camp, just after crossing the top of a
mountain ridge.)
When is Spring Break for the boys? Wudi12 is the weekend of March
26-28, the weekend after the White Rock Mtn Enduro, up at Combs, AR.
I sure would like to see them (and you) again. Tell them that
Esteban will be there.
Thanks again!
Jim
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wrote:
>For ye of little time, I went, I raced, I froze, I fared/finished way better
>than expected and came home with bike and body intact and to tweak a phrase
>made famous by our own Wudsracer...."That first free hit is gonna cost me a
>fortune, cause now I'm hooked!"
>If, you've got a while longer, pull up a chair, pop open a cold one and
>throw your feet up on the dog, this may take a bit to read.
>The setting:
>Battle of Atlanta at Social Circle
>Team Race (up to 3 person teams) running on a 12 mile woods course cut
>specifically for this race. Mixture of bar banging tight woods singletrack,
>open grass track, endurocross obstacles, water crossings, swampy bottoms,
>outdoor MX, log crossings, etc. No huge hill climbs, but plenty of technical
>riding.
>There was some seriousness to the race....trophy's, prize money..riders from
>as far away as Canada and top names from GNCC like the teams of Steward
>Baylor and Kailub Russell who won OA by a few seconds over Russell Bobbitt
>and Cory Buttrick with the Am-Pro Yamaha team of Thad Duvall, Barry Hawk
>and Ryan Beleu rounding out at third ..etc....but it also had a certain
>Stimulon-ish-ness to it as evidenced by some of the more creative team names
>EDA for one (Erectile Dysfunction Awareness) , Overall winners Baylor and
>Russell raced for team Half Fast (say it out loud and you'll get it) ....not
>to mention the fact that both Batman and Chewbacca we seen piloting race
>bikes.
>Weather ....Sunny with temps at the start a balmy 12 degrees and it never
>broke into the 30's all day.
>This was a race both visioned and executed by racers, for racers. Their
>primary goal was for everybody to have a great time, ride some awesome
>trails and create memories to last a lifetime. Mission Accomplished.
>The promoters are on-line friends that I have known for years, (one as a
>fellow moderator with me on www.georgiaoffroad.com) but never met IRL
>(similar to my relationship with most of you). They have held the first of
>these races 2 years ago and it was without a doubt the most talked about
>event in the state that entire year so I decided that this would be the site
>of my inaugural race, now I only needed 2 more willing participants. Someone
>on the GOR put up a matchmaker post and several of us jumped on the
>bandwagon. Within a day, our team "Los Tres Desperados" was born with 3 OFG
>slow poke trail riders (John, Mark and myself) all running in their first
>race ever. Our one and only goal was to finish healthy enough to go to work
>the next day.
>I knew that this was a transponder race and that numbers weren't necessary
>so instead I suited up with recognition of my call sign on the local
>GeorgiaOffRoad forum of DirtBikeDad or DBD for short.
>http://i208.photobucket.com/albums/bb58/warrenmountain/Motorcycle%20Stuff/NumberPlate.jpg
>I did have 3 major concerns prior to the event.
>1. I wouldn't be able to tell when the fast guys were coming and one would
>slam into me at warp speed and use both me and my bike for traction leaving
>the us in a mangled heap.
>2. I would drop off one of the 7 slick bridges to find myself in an icy
>creek.
>3. The shame of not having the skills to even complete the 1st lap
>I arrived about 11am on Saturday to set up our pit/camp with one teammate
>arriving about 1PM. At 3 we had the chance to pre-ride the course with a 350
>rider congo line and other than tipping over a couple of times when traffic
>suddenly stopped from our 2MPH top speed, it didn't look too tough. Concern
>number 3 happily put to bed.
>The promoters both know of some of my extracurricular activities and
>volunteered me into holding a church service right before the riders meeting
>on Sunday am. I said yes primarily so to buy my way out of taking the
>leadoff ride.....and before they said to expect 100-150 attendees at the
>service. :-) Turns out that through some last minute schedule changes and
>confusion with announcements, only 3 showed up (2 of which were my
>teammates) so I dodged a bullet there and still got to ride the 3rd leg
>after which the temps had risen almost to 20 degrees.
>The first of the A riders hit the pits alternating hands between the bars
>and either the muffler or their motor to try and thaw them out. Reports
>funneled in of ice, slick, snot, multiple dirt samples and missing
>plastic...... and these were the A & AA riders....we are all wondering what
>happened to the course overnight! Mother Nature was a COLD-hearted beast for
>sure.
>Granted this was the first HareScramble start that I had ever witnessed in
>person, but I don't believe I'll ever see another that ranks as high a cool
>factor as this one. They had a Civil War Reenactment group on site that
>provided security overnight and kicked off the race day festivities with a
>1/4 mile formal march with a drum, fife and flag corp leading the way to the
>starting area. We get there and the bikes and spectators are facing the Corp
>which are to our east. Just as the sun starts to break through the trees and
>morning mist, the drum and fife corp light up with the national anthem
>followed by a 5 gun start to every row.
>Mark and I missed the Open C row start in all the mass confusion between
>trying to get everybody's engines off (dead engine start), black powder
>gunfire, they are off and the next row is warming up...rinse and repeat. We
>head back to the pits to wait. About 30 minutes later Mark suits up, warms
>up his bike and waits some more. This cycle was to repeat a half dozen times
>before he gets a chance to ride.
>After what seemed like forever (in reality it was 55 minutes) LTD's lead
>rider John comes in sporting only the mounting bracket and copious amounts
>of green 200 MPH tape where my helmetcam *had* been mounted less than an
>hour before. He was so bummed and apologetic. Even spent a full 5 minutes
>during the race off his bike looking for it to no avail. Oh well, I do my
>magic with the zip ty's and duct tape to get the transponder switched to
>rider #2 and Mark is now off and running.
>After the interminable waiting period of the first lap, John and I talked
>about trail conditions, jawed with the folks on either side of us and warmed
>by the propane heater once he realized that sweaty underclothes will
>eventually meet frigid outside temps to make things a little unpleasant.
>Somewhere around the 40 minute mark, John disappears around the corner and I
>start suiting up. About the time I get my boots buckled, Mark pulls into the
>pits! I've still got to get the chest protector, helmet and gloves on....and
>John is still MIA so Mark has to dismount, find a place to lean his bike,
>cut his own zip ty's off and mount the transponder on my chest protector.
>Don't know how much time we lost, but Mark wound up with a 46 minute lap so
>that helped.
>I head out, too flustered to realize that I ought to be nervous as hell so
>all is good!.....1st gear only through pit row and exit to the woods
>entrance. I'd gone about 200 yards and started feeling pretty loose when
>BAM! The front washes out on an off camber root and I go down hard my right
>wrist. Shake the cobwebs off and gingerly make it through the rest of the
>really slick stuff and start getting into a rhythm (a very slow rhythm, but
>a rhythm nonetheless) With somewhere upwards of 150 riders on the course at
>a time it really amazes me when I pass the 1st mile marker and have not seen
>a single bike (fore or aft) yet when all of a sudden I hear a buzzing and
>move over just as Bobbit comes screaming past like I was tied to a tree with
>a hearty "Thank Uuuuuuuuu" and a thumbs up. Concern number one was still
>with me, but greatly diminished as I now knew what to listen for and never
>really had an issue all day. Happy to report that my skills in moving over
>may have cost some our team some time, but not once all day did I have a
>rider on my tail screaming or revving his/her motor. This first lap I fell 4
>more times and all four were a result of picking the "first" place to pull
>over for a faster rider rather than the "right" place. :-) By the 2nd or
>3rd fall my legs were cramping so bad that I almost couldn't mount back up
>much less kick the starter. (When would all those bananas start kicking in I
>wondered?) I've been very spoiled in the past with the torque of the mighty
>KDX and my typical speed (or lack thereof) to have not needed to spend much
>time/effort developing good clutch skills. That turned into a painful lesson
>on this loop as it required nearly constant clutch work to maintain any
>momentum at all over the slick terrain and by mile 7 my clutch hand was
>screaming significantly louder than my injured right wrist. I had gotten to
>the point that with the cold, arm pump and injury that it was all I could do
>to just hold onto the bike and keep it upright. Kinda glad to not have a
>functioning helmetcam at this point, but determination sets in and I ease
>back into "trail ride" mode. About a mile later I hit the wide open MX track
>and things start feeling a little better. Clutch hand gets a rest and I'm
>not so tense now that I don't have quite so many trees to dodge. Another 2
>mile dip into the tight stuff and across the swamp (deep ruts but fairly
>firm bottom at this point and I make it cleanly through). Around the next
>corner is the obstacle course and I take heed of the admonishment in the
>riders meeting for all B&C riders to take the bypasses. Takes a bit longer,
>but I'm too tired to worry about ego at this point. Around the turn closest
>to the road and I see my friend Brandon and my godson Landon who had said
>they might come to watch and give a shout out as I pass (Remember this event
>as it will provide comedic relief later in the report)
>A few more turns and my first trip through the scoring tent. Try my best to
>read the letters on the itty bitty screen to my left to no avail (only to
>discover after the race that had I looked right, there was a BIG monitor
>that you could read from the next county) so I had no idea where we were
>running nor my lap time. I was, however very happy that my lap was
>over....err turns out there is another 1.5 miles of tst between the tent and
>pit row! :-(
>Back in at the pits, we make the switch and I sit down to warm up and try to
>think of exactly how I am going to break the news to my teammates that there
>is no way in hell I these arms of rubber and legs suffering from simulated
>lockjaw can survive another lap. About that time, Brandon calls and gets
>directions to our pit. I asked if he heard me yelling and he said ....and I
>quote...."That was you?....But you were going Soooooo SLOW, I didn't think
>that could be you. You were barely moving on the wide open grass...Really,
>that was you?") Did I ever mention to you that Brandon is a bastid?
>I've got nearly 2 hours to kill so we grab a burger and walk pit row a bit
>snapping a few shots.
>http://i208.photobucket.com/albums/bb58/warrenmountain/Motorcycle%20Stuff/BoAaSCPitRowNWView.jpg
>Feeling much better by now and all too soon, it was my turn again. Since
>there wasn't a single shot of me (in action or otherwise) I asked Brandon to
>cut across pit row and into the woods where I would appear some 3oo yards
>from the woods entrance and he captured the only shot of me in action all
>day and of course it would be in one of the easiest sections on the entire
>course...but ya takes what ya can get.
>http://i208.photobucket.com/albums/bb58/warrenmountain/Motorcycle%20Stuff/BoAaSCWoodsEntrance.jpg
>This lap I see a lot more traffic and even pass a few guys (ok....most are
>either down or stuck on log crossings, but I still passed'em!) The clutch
>hand feels much better but the right wrist is absolutely on fire the entire
>lap. I only dropped it twice this time around but they were both doozies.
>First was in a steep off-camber section with the bike ending upside down
>below the trail. I swear the KDX gained 200 lbs during that fall. After many
>attempts I finally grabbed the wheel and drug it up above the trail and
>flipped the whole thing back over to right side up status. The second one
>had me laughing so hard that I thought it might drown before I could get
>together enough to pick her back up. See, I came upon the swamp crossing and
>it had significantly deteriorated from my earlier lap. Ruts were looking
>seat deep in many places so I picked a line and gassed it. Worked really
>well too until about halfway across when she was running out of steam and I
>realized I was in third gear. Quick downshift into second, back on the gas,
>dump the clutch and .....WTF????? In my haste, I had downshifted twice and
>she promptly stalled and dumped us both into the soup. Ever tried picking a
>bike up on ice? Every time I'd get the right leverage to raise the bike, it
>would slide out from underneath me or I'd get it halfway up and my legs
>would go sailing. :-)
>Anyway, I arrived back to the pits with the whole shebang frozen solid and
>plastered to my skin.
>http://i208.photobucket.com/albums/bb58/warrenmountain/Motorcycle%20Stuff/BoAaSCMudBath.jpg
>Second lap wound up as my last because we ran out of hours after my
>teammates each had one more ride.
>Your probably tired of reading by now and I've got to go to bed in prep for
>a departure in just a few hours for the airport, but at the end of the day,
>I had conquered my 3 big fears, survived the ordeal and came out virtually
>unscathed (Wrist still hurts like hell and typing aggravates it further).
>Had a ball and would do it all again even with exactly the same outcome.
>Next time around it will be a family team though as the boys would have a
>blast! Didn't get a trophy, but did win a nice set of goggles as a door
>prize and we exceeded our goal of just finishing by a wide margin. Missed a
>top 20 placement by only one position. Finished the day with 8 scorable laps
>and a finish of 21st out of 34 teams in Open C.
>WooHoo What a ride!
>This is the 1st lap helmetcam footage of a GOR fellow by the name of Brian
>Kirby that will give you look at what the course was all about.
>http://www.motionbox.com/videos/d497d6b71a19e3ce5b
>KW
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Wudsracer/Jim Cook
Smackover Racing
'06 Gas Gas DE300
'82 Husqvarna XC250
Team LAGNAF
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> than expected and came home with bike and body intact and to tweak a phrase
> made famous by our own Wudsracer...."That first free hit is gonna cost me a
> fortune, cause now I'm hooked!"