Just two laps in, assistance was
now required to mount your bike and clear the
wall.
The
beauty of dead soldiers lying
everywhere.
When the beer was gone the race
was won.
We won with me pulling out my third lap ahead of Dave. Dave
passed me the previous two laps (including a wheel to my back
when I went down). A wreck on the rocks left a gash in his
knee and me with the win.
Just two laps in, assistance was
now required to mount your bike and clear the
wall.
The
beauty of dead soldiers lying
everywhere.
When the beer was gone the race
was won.
The
universal uniters --
beer and fire.
but losing still
hurts.