took this on the way home from Satan Cruz. That's a big fatty of a moon, eh? The pic does no justice, of course.
The racey-race? I started too easily and was back in the late teens through the first runnup. After that I picked off riders and made my up to about 5th or 6th...but then the wheels came off. I couldn't do anything but get in the way of myself in all the techy stuff. I even ran out of horsepower for the last 2 laps.
Ah well. It was a race for the real crossers. I just play one on tv...and it showed today. I think I faded out of the top-10. Embarrasment. But, I enjoyed myself something wicked. Me and Petty sat in the lawnies after the race and downed beers and chocolate.
shit...it don't get better than that.