You do realize if you want your old #1 plate back, you'll have to take it from me?...but you'll have to wait a full year to do it though. In the mean time i'll take full advantage of it. I was thinking about looping a gold chain though it and turning it into an Flavor Flav esque necklace? I figure this just might be the perfect aphrodisiac to attract the fairer sex. But seriously Lee, winning that trophy was pretty cool, but when you came over and handed me your #1 plate, that was WAY better than that old trophy! Much respect for that. I prerode the first couple miles of the course start about 10 to 12 times on Saturday to find some good lines. I also found some plan B, C and D lines as well. On the race day Sunday, the big cannon went off for the "Le Mans" style start. Crazy Alvin went out like a rocket when he saw all that smoke come out of that cannon. I snuck in a few bikes (or so) behind him. I had a clean line all the way to the two "hole shot" flags that were on top of the gravel hill. I ended up taking my plan D route after the gravel hill so I missed most all of the whoop section. That put me in great postioning for hole rest of the race. From the start to mile 25 i kept pretty good focus (so good, that i didn't even see you off to the side of the trail), and rode just a little past my ability (which i think is about perfect for when you're still fresh). After pushing it for that long, the handlebars got crossed about 5 different times. I didn't want to go down because i didn't want to waste valuable life energy points on having to pick the bike back up, so i slowed it down a little and started to pace myself from mile 25 to about mile 37. I got a little nauseous at about mile 35 and thought i was going to puke in my helmet. My second thought was that it would be kinda cool to say that i puked in my helmet while racing. My third thought was that it might not be as cool as i first thought to puke in my helmet while racing. My fourth thought was how to utilize puke against the other racers. Maybe i could somehow puke at them, and it would slow them down? By the time i conceived a viable puke plan, my nausea went away...probably the best thing for all parties who would be involved. Somewhere around mile 37 there was a dry riverbed wash of hundreds of large round rocks. Luckily i remembered that part of the course from previous years, and i skirted that whole area completely. There were a fair amount of riders caught in that engergy sucking trap. From about mile 42 to the finish, i started recognizing the course. I found new energy, and started riding MUCH faster. I passed about 10 other racers with about 3 miles to go. Once i saw the pit area, i knew that the finish couldn't be more than a 1.5 miles away. Since i prerode that exact area many times the day before, i knew where the smoothest lines were...plus since there's hundreds of people lining the pit area cheering, the only way to thank them was by giving the throttle more of a twist. I could now see that the finish shute was about 800 meters away. There was about 4-5 "smaller" bikes off to my left, so i upshifted into 4th and opened up the throttle...lots. I absolutley went by all those bikes that were to my left. They were probably going 50-55mph...i was probably hit 80mph+...they didn't have a chance. It turned out that the last guy i pasted right before the finish, he and i were dicing it up for the whole last half of the race. During the whole race, i had no idea what place i was in for the adventure class. I just knew that i didn't see anyone pass me (that course is so crazy that it's totally possible to get passed by an "Adv" bike and not know it. Keep in mind, the way the rules are written for the Desert 100 race, the KTM 690 and Husky 701 enduro bikes can enter as "adventure" bikes because they're over 652cc. So far, no little "enduro" bikes have ever won the adventure bike class, but they are getting closer...). I just knew that i kept needing to ride faster and smarter where is counted, and conserve energy where i could. I think i only got to sit down for about 5 minutes for that 2 hours and 38 minutes. I think i dumped the bike bike only twice during the whole race? Overall, i had a really good time at the event. The course was challenging and fun. All the guys i camped with (@havoc1, @alvincullumyork, @Camel ADV) are super rad. And a extra special thanks to Cory for helping me dial in my suspension clickers! Today all of my muscles are VERY sore. It's taking me a while to clean all the camping and riding gear out of my moto-van. I'm not looking forwards to pulling the starter cord on the pressure washer to wash off my bike. I suppose there is no need to clean out my moto-van right away...i told my employer last week that i need to take Thursday though Monday off to do the Desert 100, so he told me to remove all my tools from the jobsite and submit the rest of my hours for my last paycheck. I think i made the responisible choice. In fact, since i have no job now, one of my Canadian friends is coming in from Vancouver Island (to Portland, Or), and we're going to ride our BMX's around tomorrow, and probably hit up 7-11 for old times sake! Hopefully they still have a Nintendo Excitebike arcade machine. Braap!