In the end, well it started out as a wet cold morn...one permeated by rain come down on our standing seem roof atop the cabin at full volume...the roadways were cold and wet with leaves that were all that and then some slippery...not particularly smarting if it is someone's first time on such roads and their 10th time propelling themselves on a scoot...so we did the pass...

by the time the racers were two thirds back, well, most of the road way had dried, but we got back harrowed stories from the first part of the ride (no one crashed and times were so much slower this year)...

all of this brought out the dignatairies in full accord...witness the gent who strapped a 50 caliber machine gun to the strapped on sidecar...won't be much worry on him getting around those that are determined to be a bit too slow to move their arses out the fast lane...

hooohah implied...

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