cheshire wearing Flat Track Jack, now upon his feet (though he swears he was never down), applies the starter finger along with the throttle hand to give the bike some fire, whilst Rocky looks on in mild amusement...

this particular area was a bit tricky if not slicky...as we made way for a serious series of laps, upon entering this space, one has to make a committ as to the route with milliseconds for decisions...to the right are the trees and small path, whilst to the left is an opening in the trees but a bucket o muck in between...last second Jack thought he would go left but then decided on right...the bike however was in a bit of disagreement...still, no proof positive that the gravity machine was ever turned off for all that was in evidence, was Jack standing and grinning at his apparent winning form...

as has become the unwritten writ of rule, if there are no pics, it did not happen...yer honor...

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