across the wide open prairies, wide open is how this Sunday'd great ESSCAPE succinctly ended...and although the lads look well heeled as they romp across the fields of green standing upon pegs with perilous shrubbery seemingly dancing in front every few millimeters, it was not a spot too soon that we exited as the sunward fire was near blinding, reaching upwards of 105 F on the heat index (cheese with this whine perhaps)...

in this last view, Flat Track Jack takes lead upon pegs and tyres find byte in ground with deft foot, whilst Rocky and Alton (helmeted head just barely visible off Rocky's back) run a spirited second...

twas a great ESSCAPE indeed lads as I doff me helmet in your direct for the aid in retrieving my scoot if not for the volumetric laughter in barbershop harmony at my misfortune...