I just checked out some pictures from the USGP finale in P-Town...why the hell would you roll to the starting line knowing full well what the course is like. That doesn't look like fun at all. Covered in mud, soaked to the bone and freezing your ass off. At least it's over with in one hour and you can get a beer hand up.
A couple nights ago, after finishing a pint of ice cream, I had a dream that I was guest riding at Mt Hood for a pro team. Odd. I'm going to have to have one hell of a start to my '07 season for that to happen. I should probably lay off the fozen dairy products.
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