jwhite518
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This year’s Cal 24 is in the books. Rally HQ was in San Jose, CA. It was great to have the rally only 30 minutes from home. I had a short ride to and from the rally, with the potential for many familiar roads in my own back yard. As it turned out I could have run the entire second half of the rally without maps or GPS because I knew where everything was.
The rally packs were handed out at 5 AM. Start time was 7 AM so we had two hours to plan our entire rally. The main features were the large Portland bonus, the Muffler Man thread, and the optional checkpoints. The Cal stayed true to form by being structured around a base route with many optional bonuses near the base route.
I saw that the points available in Portland were high enough to win the rally. It was a 1300-mile round trip. It was doable in the time window, with some time left over for bonus hunting on the tail end. However I did not want to run that large amount of slab mileage for only one bonus. So I made a conscious decision to stay close to the base route and pick up local bonii. With the Cal 24’s past history, and especially with Mark Crane as the rallymaster, we were guaranteed many miles of tiny back roads and out-of-the-way places. Goat tracks, here I come!
Then I looked at the Muffler Man thread. Most of the muffler men were relatively near the main riding area, but there was one way up in Willits. To get the big points boost that come from getting every single thread location, it would have meant sacrificing other local bonii to get to Willits. So I decided on getting only the muffler men that were convenient to my route, not to chase after them.
With my strategy set, I planned a general route to the most valuable bonii. I ended up not paying attention to the driving directions provided as the main route, but instead just riding bonus to bonus. Much of my routing was done on the fly, thinking one or two stops ahead.
At 7 AM I left the hotel and headed directly to the San Jose muffler man. This bonus was a no-brainer, and anybody who skipped it really messed up because he was the only muffler man who still held a muffler. That made him worth 500 extra points. I wonder if anybody other than Ken Meese missed this little fact. Ken, having the integrity that we all aspire to have in this club, didn’t claim the 500 points when he learned about them after the ride but before being scored.
The next bonus worth anything was on Highway 25 south of Hollister. The main route had the riders doing a bunch of back roads past some low-points bonuses. I chose to get on the highway and go straight to Hollister. This bonus was my first chance to use the pocket voice recorder that I brought along. It was a fast way to record the bonus, and I could fill out the paperwork later.
It turned out that I would soon have the chance to transfer the voice data onto paper. A few miles further down 25 I was pulled over by the Cal 24 Highway Patrol. I was just glad that it wasn’t Warchild, because I’m sure he would given me extra crap for being a perpetual lawbreaker. This year’s cop wannabes couldn’t have been nicer. Frickin’ newbies. <g>
The speeding bust was pretty frustrating because I already suspected that they’d be somewhere on 25. I had kept myself within the limit, but just at this moment I think I was distracted – looking at my GPS or something - and I let the speed creep up. Presented with a choice of a points penalty or a timeout, I took the time and made the best of it. I pulled out my paperwork and did some routing, and took care of whatever else needed taking care of. I was buttoned up and ready to ride the second that the cops released me.
After grabbing the on-route bonus in Coalinga, I hopped on the big highway and headed south and east. By doing this I bypassed several small main-route points on Highway 33 but I knew it was early in the rally. My plan was to be at the checkpoint right when it opened at 1 PM. That’s when it opens, right?
I think my next bonus was the town of California Hot Springs. This was the first bit of road that was new to me. It was a really great ride up in the foothill territory, featuring rolling hills, lots of curves, and the usual California chaparral landscape. After taking the photo I again bailed on the main route and headed straight for the checkpoint. There were some big bonuses up north and I didn’t know where in the heck the main route headed. This meant giving up on Ponderosa, which was worth some points, but I was banking on scooping some major bonii after the checkpoint.
On my way to the town of Woodlake, identified in the paperwork as being at the intersection of highways 216 and 245 (Turbo Dave!) I went past the Exeter water tower. Easy points scoopage.
I think I got to Woodlake at 1:05 PM, but where were the rally staff? At southwest corner was a strip of dirt that was noticeably lacking in motorcycles. I double checked the paperwork and read, to my huge chagrin, that the checkpoint didn’t open until 4 PM. I had just given away three hours of riding. What a moron!
This was a low point for me. First the ticket, and now this. I paused for a minute and made a plan. I would try to go after some nearby bonii, like maybe the General Sherman Tree, and get back to Woodlake for the checkpoint. On my way there I rode past the Mountain House bonus so stopped for a photo. I had a nice chat with the biker dudes hanging out on the front porch. One of them took this shot.
Then I went into the park and found the tree after a mercifully short hike.
Back in the General's Grove parking lot I crunched some numbers and realized that it wasn’t worth it to backtrack to the checkpoint. Instead I could go after the three goat track bonii deep in the mountains. These bonuses were so secluded, you were required to notify rally staff ahead of time if you would be attempting them. So my motto became Always Forward. I set my GPS to the nearest bonus and got a-riding. Along the way I called Rally HQ to notify them I’d be skipping the checkpoint. There was no penalty for missing the checkpoint as long as you called it in properly, but you would forfeit the 1,000 points available. This was OK to me because the three backwoods bonii totaled more than 1,000 points. Maybe this was the wise choice after all, even though I got in that situation by a mistake. My mood started improving. I was making lemonade out of a lemon. That’s good rallying.
The first bonus was the Exact Center of California. This bonus was on a road so obscure it didn’t even have a name other than Road 225. And the road I took to find Road 225 was barely paved and full of rocks and bumps. This thing was total goat track, just a step better than the dirt road into the Bristlecones. I prayed for no flats, accidents, or anything that required assistance, because I was off the rally route and nobody else was going through there any time soon. Once I turned onto 225 it seemed like the Hollywood Freeway compared to the road I had just been on. At least 225 had been paved some time since the Eisenhower administration. Eventually I found the bonus, and I was totally exhilarated. I had faced down the mental lows and found rally Nirvana all alone in the middle of California. I whooped and hollered to my heart’s content with only the birds there to hear it.
Next stop was a place called Mile High Viewpoint on Mammoth Pool Road. I took 225 to Mammoth Pool and headed still further away from civilization. I watched my GPS altimeter slowly climb. When it got over 5,000 feet I started looking for a viewpoint. At one spot there was a roadside pullout with a spectacular view of a lake down below. There was even a family parked there to enjoy the view. But I didn’t see the required three signs that the rally pack specified. I rode up and down past that spot three times, wondering if they were parked in front of the signs, or what. Eventually I decided this wasn’t the right spot, and kept going. A couple miles further there was a highway sign for “vista point” and there it was.
Evidently this spot was the destination of the local biker club that day, because there were at least two dozen Harleys parked there, along with the requisite pirates who rode them. At first I still didn’t see the required signs, but I focused my eyes through the mass of blindingly shiny butt jewelry until I saw what I needed. I rode my bike through the gauntlet and parked in front. I really shouldn’t dis these guys; they were very nice, interested in my rally, and since they had ridden to this spot, their bikes didn’t qualify as mere butt jewelry. I got my photo and moved along.
The final spot was on aptly-named Beasore Road. Yes, after riding 24 hours on roads like this, you Be Sore. I took the crossover road from Mammoth Pool to Beasore. This road was another extremely tiny and untraveled bit of pavement. It undulated over the hills and dales. The roadside was lined with gorgeous blue lupine and other wildflowers. I was on the lookout for big game, and wouldn’t have been surprised at all to see a bear around the next curve. It was probably my favorite 12 miles of the rally. But again, I made sure to keep the rubber side down because there would be no quick rescues here.
On Beasore Road I found my way to Globe Rock. This was a bit tricky because how was I supposed to know where or what it was? I rode past a few large, globe-shaped rocks, wondering if they were Globe Rock. Then I saw a sign that said, “Pavement Ends 1000 Feet.” Hmm. I kept going and then, right before the dirt started, was a sign that said Globe Rock. Thank you Mark Crane. You, sir, are truly evil.
With my sweep of the Goat Track Three Pack complete, I had to get to Glacier Point in Yosemite before dark. This proved to be a bit of a challenge. It had been raining intermittently and the roads were wet, slowing my progress. I moved forward with purpose, watching the clock and the sun in the sky. There was still a chance I could make it. I was not giving up yet. As I arrived at the southern gate to the park, I saw some friendly faces, my first of the rally. Dave Biasotti and Alan Barbic were having a conference. We rode together towards the spot. First we stopped for a quick bonus at the Wawona history center. Mark tried to trick us with a hidden horse carriage, but we’re not that dumb. Points obtained.
At this point it was a race against the clock. I’ve been to Glacier Point before and I know there’s no way you can see the vista in the dark. I had to get there SOON. Fortunately there was very little traffic on the Glacier Point access road and I could make good progress. As I pulled in I saw a few other riders there too. I grabbed my stuff, ran to a viewpoint, set up the tripod, and clicked away. Fortunately the shots came out pretty well and I would be good for the 888 points. I don’t think Dave was as lucky. He mentioned having to plead for mercy at the scoring table.
As soon as I saw positive results in my camera’s display, I heaved a huge sigh of relief. It was like the sound I make when collapsing into the recliner with the TV remote after a day of yard work. The first leg of my rally was over. It was a mental turning point. I took my time in the parking lot, putting on nighttime clothing, looking at maps and bonus listings, and shooting the breeze with the remaining riders. Some park rangers wandered over and Dave and Alan told them about our adventure. They were intrigued by the concept.
All three of us talked about heading straight to the Napa checkpoint, stopping only for the Groveland bonus and that’s about it. We rode together out of the park and down the mountain. After a rather fumbly gas stop and a backtrack to the airport in Groveland, I decided to ride my own ride and set off solo again. I thought they might catch up with me at my own gas stop in Oakdale but I never saw them again. Mixed in with this part of the ride, I tried to make some phone calls to the folks at home who had been trying to follow along on my balky SPOT page. We had the usual cellphoneus interruptus, but they knew I was OK and that was what mattered.
The ride to Napa was uneventful. I picked up one or two easy bonuses on the way. At the checkpoint I was all business. Someone gave me a lift on my way out by telling me I was the quickest rider in and out of the checkpoint. I’ve done enough of this to know when to dawdle and when not to.
I had the perfect route planned out in my head. Even though Point Reyes was tempting, I knew that it would be a grind getting there once you get off the main road. I could have picked up the Marin Headlands bonus, crossed the Golden Gate Bridge, and gotten a ship in San Francisco. But that combo would take away from the time I needed to vacuum up the Skyline bonuses. Local knowledge was a great help for me.
From Napa I went down to I-80 westbound and then down through Berkeley and Oakland. I rode right past my house in San Leandro, and continued to the Muffler Man in Hayward. I’ve known about this guy for years, and always thought he’d make a good rally bonus. Lucky for me, Mark agreed this year.
Then it was down Jackson Street and onto Highway 92, across the San Mateo Bridge and up to Highway 35, otherwise known to squids across the Bay Area as Skyline. There was patchy fog all around, but at least it wasn’t the dripping wet kind, which is pretty common for those parts. The road remained dry. I can ride that road blindfolded. At Alice’s I counted the mailboxes twice to make sure, then jetted down 84 to La Honda for a firehouse question. Across Pescadero Road to the horse camp bonus, then up Alpine to reconnect with Skyline and south to the Four Corners bonus. This entire stretch was nothing but twisties after twisties, at about 3 or 4 AM, and I was tired but loving it. I scooped up those points like nobody’s business.
The Last Bonus was at the intersection of Highway 17 and Summit Road. Alan Pratt and his wife handed me a new two-page route sheet and offered me libations. No time for a refreshing pause, I had business. The Final Bonus route sheet offered no street names, just instructions like “Go to the third stop sign and turn right.” I was pretty tired and had a tough time keeping track of everything. At one of the stops I did some jumping jacks to get the blood flowing. At least it was light by that time. Finally I slogged through it, missed the last question because I hadn’t been paying close enough attention, and hoofed it back to Rally HQ. I pulled in right behind new guy Dmitry, which was pretty cool because he and I had gone to very first Muffler Man bonus together. I’m sure we did completely different routes, but ended up having the same running times.
In the end I did pretty well. The top six riders had all chosen the Portland bonus. Winner Ken Meese rode over 1500 miles. He picked up many other bonii, including the Napa checkpoint and the Last Bonus. Ken is having an amazing year, winning every rally he enters. I sure hope he’s gotten the attention of the IBA powers that be, and he makes the draw for the 2011 IBR. The man has earned it. Second place was Alex Ciurczak, making his highest finish yet in the Cal. Way to go Alex! All the stars fell into place for me as I took 7th place with a ride of 1031 miles. Many things had to go right for me, and wrong for others, so I feel very fortunate to have made such a good showing. Thanks as usual to Tom, Mark, and all the rally volunteers. You guys put in an amazing amount of time and effort to make it fun for the riders. I appreciate it. See you next year!
SJC10K total mileage: 9084
The rally packs were handed out at 5 AM. Start time was 7 AM so we had two hours to plan our entire rally. The main features were the large Portland bonus, the Muffler Man thread, and the optional checkpoints. The Cal stayed true to form by being structured around a base route with many optional bonuses near the base route.
I saw that the points available in Portland were high enough to win the rally. It was a 1300-mile round trip. It was doable in the time window, with some time left over for bonus hunting on the tail end. However I did not want to run that large amount of slab mileage for only one bonus. So I made a conscious decision to stay close to the base route and pick up local bonii. With the Cal 24’s past history, and especially with Mark Crane as the rallymaster, we were guaranteed many miles of tiny back roads and out-of-the-way places. Goat tracks, here I come!
Then I looked at the Muffler Man thread. Most of the muffler men were relatively near the main riding area, but there was one way up in Willits. To get the big points boost that come from getting every single thread location, it would have meant sacrificing other local bonii to get to Willits. So I decided on getting only the muffler men that were convenient to my route, not to chase after them.
With my strategy set, I planned a general route to the most valuable bonii. I ended up not paying attention to the driving directions provided as the main route, but instead just riding bonus to bonus. Much of my routing was done on the fly, thinking one or two stops ahead.
At 7 AM I left the hotel and headed directly to the San Jose muffler man. This bonus was a no-brainer, and anybody who skipped it really messed up because he was the only muffler man who still held a muffler. That made him worth 500 extra points. I wonder if anybody other than Ken Meese missed this little fact. Ken, having the integrity that we all aspire to have in this club, didn’t claim the 500 points when he learned about them after the ride but before being scored.
The next bonus worth anything was on Highway 25 south of Hollister. The main route had the riders doing a bunch of back roads past some low-points bonuses. I chose to get on the highway and go straight to Hollister. This bonus was my first chance to use the pocket voice recorder that I brought along. It was a fast way to record the bonus, and I could fill out the paperwork later.
It turned out that I would soon have the chance to transfer the voice data onto paper. A few miles further down 25 I was pulled over by the Cal 24 Highway Patrol. I was just glad that it wasn’t Warchild, because I’m sure he would given me extra crap for being a perpetual lawbreaker. This year’s cop wannabes couldn’t have been nicer. Frickin’ newbies. <g>
The speeding bust was pretty frustrating because I already suspected that they’d be somewhere on 25. I had kept myself within the limit, but just at this moment I think I was distracted – looking at my GPS or something - and I let the speed creep up. Presented with a choice of a points penalty or a timeout, I took the time and made the best of it. I pulled out my paperwork and did some routing, and took care of whatever else needed taking care of. I was buttoned up and ready to ride the second that the cops released me.
After grabbing the on-route bonus in Coalinga, I hopped on the big highway and headed south and east. By doing this I bypassed several small main-route points on Highway 33 but I knew it was early in the rally. My plan was to be at the checkpoint right when it opened at 1 PM. That’s when it opens, right?
I think my next bonus was the town of California Hot Springs. This was the first bit of road that was new to me. It was a really great ride up in the foothill territory, featuring rolling hills, lots of curves, and the usual California chaparral landscape. After taking the photo I again bailed on the main route and headed straight for the checkpoint. There were some big bonuses up north and I didn’t know where in the heck the main route headed. This meant giving up on Ponderosa, which was worth some points, but I was banking on scooping some major bonii after the checkpoint.
On my way to the town of Woodlake, identified in the paperwork as being at the intersection of highways 216 and 245 (Turbo Dave!) I went past the Exeter water tower. Easy points scoopage.
I think I got to Woodlake at 1:05 PM, but where were the rally staff? At southwest corner was a strip of dirt that was noticeably lacking in motorcycles. I double checked the paperwork and read, to my huge chagrin, that the checkpoint didn’t open until 4 PM. I had just given away three hours of riding. What a moron!
This was a low point for me. First the ticket, and now this. I paused for a minute and made a plan. I would try to go after some nearby bonii, like maybe the General Sherman Tree, and get back to Woodlake for the checkpoint. On my way there I rode past the Mountain House bonus so stopped for a photo. I had a nice chat with the biker dudes hanging out on the front porch. One of them took this shot.
Then I went into the park and found the tree after a mercifully short hike.
Back in the General's Grove parking lot I crunched some numbers and realized that it wasn’t worth it to backtrack to the checkpoint. Instead I could go after the three goat track bonii deep in the mountains. These bonuses were so secluded, you were required to notify rally staff ahead of time if you would be attempting them. So my motto became Always Forward. I set my GPS to the nearest bonus and got a-riding. Along the way I called Rally HQ to notify them I’d be skipping the checkpoint. There was no penalty for missing the checkpoint as long as you called it in properly, but you would forfeit the 1,000 points available. This was OK to me because the three backwoods bonii totaled more than 1,000 points. Maybe this was the wise choice after all, even though I got in that situation by a mistake. My mood started improving. I was making lemonade out of a lemon. That’s good rallying.
The first bonus was the Exact Center of California. This bonus was on a road so obscure it didn’t even have a name other than Road 225. And the road I took to find Road 225 was barely paved and full of rocks and bumps. This thing was total goat track, just a step better than the dirt road into the Bristlecones. I prayed for no flats, accidents, or anything that required assistance, because I was off the rally route and nobody else was going through there any time soon. Once I turned onto 225 it seemed like the Hollywood Freeway compared to the road I had just been on. At least 225 had been paved some time since the Eisenhower administration. Eventually I found the bonus, and I was totally exhilarated. I had faced down the mental lows and found rally Nirvana all alone in the middle of California. I whooped and hollered to my heart’s content with only the birds there to hear it.
Next stop was a place called Mile High Viewpoint on Mammoth Pool Road. I took 225 to Mammoth Pool and headed still further away from civilization. I watched my GPS altimeter slowly climb. When it got over 5,000 feet I started looking for a viewpoint. At one spot there was a roadside pullout with a spectacular view of a lake down below. There was even a family parked there to enjoy the view. But I didn’t see the required three signs that the rally pack specified. I rode up and down past that spot three times, wondering if they were parked in front of the signs, or what. Eventually I decided this wasn’t the right spot, and kept going. A couple miles further there was a highway sign for “vista point” and there it was.
Evidently this spot was the destination of the local biker club that day, because there were at least two dozen Harleys parked there, along with the requisite pirates who rode them. At first I still didn’t see the required signs, but I focused my eyes through the mass of blindingly shiny butt jewelry until I saw what I needed. I rode my bike through the gauntlet and parked in front. I really shouldn’t dis these guys; they were very nice, interested in my rally, and since they had ridden to this spot, their bikes didn’t qualify as mere butt jewelry. I got my photo and moved along.
The final spot was on aptly-named Beasore Road. Yes, after riding 24 hours on roads like this, you Be Sore. I took the crossover road from Mammoth Pool to Beasore. This road was another extremely tiny and untraveled bit of pavement. It undulated over the hills and dales. The roadside was lined with gorgeous blue lupine and other wildflowers. I was on the lookout for big game, and wouldn’t have been surprised at all to see a bear around the next curve. It was probably my favorite 12 miles of the rally. But again, I made sure to keep the rubber side down because there would be no quick rescues here.
On Beasore Road I found my way to Globe Rock. This was a bit tricky because how was I supposed to know where or what it was? I rode past a few large, globe-shaped rocks, wondering if they were Globe Rock. Then I saw a sign that said, “Pavement Ends 1000 Feet.” Hmm. I kept going and then, right before the dirt started, was a sign that said Globe Rock. Thank you Mark Crane. You, sir, are truly evil.
With my sweep of the Goat Track Three Pack complete, I had to get to Glacier Point in Yosemite before dark. This proved to be a bit of a challenge. It had been raining intermittently and the roads were wet, slowing my progress. I moved forward with purpose, watching the clock and the sun in the sky. There was still a chance I could make it. I was not giving up yet. As I arrived at the southern gate to the park, I saw some friendly faces, my first of the rally. Dave Biasotti and Alan Barbic were having a conference. We rode together towards the spot. First we stopped for a quick bonus at the Wawona history center. Mark tried to trick us with a hidden horse carriage, but we’re not that dumb. Points obtained.
At this point it was a race against the clock. I’ve been to Glacier Point before and I know there’s no way you can see the vista in the dark. I had to get there SOON. Fortunately there was very little traffic on the Glacier Point access road and I could make good progress. As I pulled in I saw a few other riders there too. I grabbed my stuff, ran to a viewpoint, set up the tripod, and clicked away. Fortunately the shots came out pretty well and I would be good for the 888 points. I don’t think Dave was as lucky. He mentioned having to plead for mercy at the scoring table.
As soon as I saw positive results in my camera’s display, I heaved a huge sigh of relief. It was like the sound I make when collapsing into the recliner with the TV remote after a day of yard work. The first leg of my rally was over. It was a mental turning point. I took my time in the parking lot, putting on nighttime clothing, looking at maps and bonus listings, and shooting the breeze with the remaining riders. Some park rangers wandered over and Dave and Alan told them about our adventure. They were intrigued by the concept.
All three of us talked about heading straight to the Napa checkpoint, stopping only for the Groveland bonus and that’s about it. We rode together out of the park and down the mountain. After a rather fumbly gas stop and a backtrack to the airport in Groveland, I decided to ride my own ride and set off solo again. I thought they might catch up with me at my own gas stop in Oakdale but I never saw them again. Mixed in with this part of the ride, I tried to make some phone calls to the folks at home who had been trying to follow along on my balky SPOT page. We had the usual cellphoneus interruptus, but they knew I was OK and that was what mattered.
The ride to Napa was uneventful. I picked up one or two easy bonuses on the way. At the checkpoint I was all business. Someone gave me a lift on my way out by telling me I was the quickest rider in and out of the checkpoint. I’ve done enough of this to know when to dawdle and when not to.
I had the perfect route planned out in my head. Even though Point Reyes was tempting, I knew that it would be a grind getting there once you get off the main road. I could have picked up the Marin Headlands bonus, crossed the Golden Gate Bridge, and gotten a ship in San Francisco. But that combo would take away from the time I needed to vacuum up the Skyline bonuses. Local knowledge was a great help for me.
From Napa I went down to I-80 westbound and then down through Berkeley and Oakland. I rode right past my house in San Leandro, and continued to the Muffler Man in Hayward. I’ve known about this guy for years, and always thought he’d make a good rally bonus. Lucky for me, Mark agreed this year.
Then it was down Jackson Street and onto Highway 92, across the San Mateo Bridge and up to Highway 35, otherwise known to squids across the Bay Area as Skyline. There was patchy fog all around, but at least it wasn’t the dripping wet kind, which is pretty common for those parts. The road remained dry. I can ride that road blindfolded. At Alice’s I counted the mailboxes twice to make sure, then jetted down 84 to La Honda for a firehouse question. Across Pescadero Road to the horse camp bonus, then up Alpine to reconnect with Skyline and south to the Four Corners bonus. This entire stretch was nothing but twisties after twisties, at about 3 or 4 AM, and I was tired but loving it. I scooped up those points like nobody’s business.
The Last Bonus was at the intersection of Highway 17 and Summit Road. Alan Pratt and his wife handed me a new two-page route sheet and offered me libations. No time for a refreshing pause, I had business. The Final Bonus route sheet offered no street names, just instructions like “Go to the third stop sign and turn right.” I was pretty tired and had a tough time keeping track of everything. At one of the stops I did some jumping jacks to get the blood flowing. At least it was light by that time. Finally I slogged through it, missed the last question because I hadn’t been paying close enough attention, and hoofed it back to Rally HQ. I pulled in right behind new guy Dmitry, which was pretty cool because he and I had gone to very first Muffler Man bonus together. I’m sure we did completely different routes, but ended up having the same running times.
In the end I did pretty well. The top six riders had all chosen the Portland bonus. Winner Ken Meese rode over 1500 miles. He picked up many other bonii, including the Napa checkpoint and the Last Bonus. Ken is having an amazing year, winning every rally he enters. I sure hope he’s gotten the attention of the IBA powers that be, and he makes the draw for the 2011 IBR. The man has earned it. Second place was Alex Ciurczak, making his highest finish yet in the Cal. Way to go Alex! All the stars fell into place for me as I took 7th place with a ride of 1031 miles. Many things had to go right for me, and wrong for others, so I feel very fortunate to have made such a good showing. Thanks as usual to Tom, Mark, and all the rally volunteers. You guys put in an amazing amount of time and effort to make it fun for the riders. I appreciate it. See you next year!
SJC10K total mileage: 9084
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