Well, my day started at 5am. I had someone come in 1 hour early for me, so I could for sure make it to the property on time. Got on the road at 6am, quick pit stop on the way, and made it to the track around 7:45am.
I just happen to pit by Alex, so I chatted with him a few minutes prior to registering, and watching everyone start the parade lap. I made it there in time to do the parade lap, but Ken, Clark, and I were there on Monday, so I got to ride some sections of the course earlier in the week, and decided to save my energy for the race.
Made it back to my truck around 8:15am. Unloaded the bike, gear, chair, etc. Started getting dressed around 8:30am, and rolled over to the starting gates around 8:50am.
I had practiced a few starts earlier in the week, and knew where I wanted to start from, but I got there a little too late, and was forced to start from the center. I practiced starting the bike with each class start in front of ours.
Then it was our turn. The bike started perfectly, and I got a fairly good drive towards the tree. Two other bikes were to my right and I knew I could squeeze them into slowing down as we made the first right taking us towards the MX track. It worked, and I believe I was in 5th or 6th place by the time we hit the woods.
For the first mile or so, the rider in front of my was kinda taking it easy, but at a good pace. I tried to keep myself calm and not rush things in the first 5 minutes. He found his groove a few minutes later, and put some space between me and himself(I believe it was D78). At about 3 or so miles into te race, he(D78) got behind a slower rider, and it seemed like he couldn't find a place to pass. I was able to catch the two, and as we came to a tight left hander... both of them got caught off guard by the turn, locked up the rear, and both went down. I nearly ran the guy in front of me over, but was able to avoid him with my quick cat-like reaction.
About 20 minutes into the race, my right hand started to tingle. And within no time, it was almost too hard to hold on to the handlebar, muchless be smooth on the throddle. I guess I was a little too much into the moment, and had been white-knuckling it for some time. I tried to relax my hand anytime the bike was straight up and down(which wasn't often). I figured the start/finish was coming up soon, and decided that I was going to take a quick breather after going past the transponder. I was going to give myself about 30 seconds to recover. I go past the transponder in 4th lap for my first lap!
As I was sitting there flexing my hand trying to get some blood flow going, and sipping on some water... here comes D25, and then I see D3 getting on the gas, and behind him is D14. So, I decide that my break it over, and roll out between D3 and D14. As we hit the woods, I think D14 got past me right off the back. I tried to stay with there pace, but end up throwing it away into a small tree where the trail Y'ed.
As I'm on the ground, trying to get the bike up and off of me, D28 cruises by. The bike was still running, but as I tried to pick it up without pulling in the clutch, and it instantly died on me as soon as the rear wheel touched the ground. I get mounted on the bike, take a 20 second breather, pull in the hot start button, and started kicking. Thinking the bike is going to take some time to start... 3 kicks and the motor comes back to life.
It took me 2 or 3 minutes to calm my breathing down, and get back in a decent rythem. Once again about 20 or so minutes into the loop, my right hand starts tingling, and goes numb. I tried to push on as much as possible, cause I was hoping to get in a third lap(which I'm happy to see that NO ONE in the over 30 250f class got a third lap).
With about 500 yards to go in the woods, I could see I was catching up to another D class rider. I thought it was D78, and I pushed on as hard as I could. I ended up right on his rear tire as we enter the red ribbon section, only to realize it was D97(which at the time, all I knew is that I wanted in front of him... later to find out he had a ugly get-off, and was just completeing his first lap).
I finished 8th out 11(I was hoping for 6th), but it's a huge improvement from my last two races. After looking at the results, I was only 28 seconds behind the leader after the first lap. My little break, and get-off killed my second lap, and I finished 3 minutes and 25 seconds behind the leader at the end of the second lap.
All in all, it was a great learning experience, and blast to ride. Huge thanks go out to all the people invovled(STORM and MSRA) that help layed out the course, and for hosting such a smooth event, on a goreous day.
(BTW... this is the longest write-up I've ever done, sorry for beinf so winded)
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I knew that that meant 50+ miles on my race prepped bike. He said all the crossings were covered and sweeping was all that was left. Oh well. I suited up and took off. During the kids 50cc race I think there was about 15 racers and 20 sweepers. That didn’t last long and shortly I was told to pull off and go drink a beer. Needless to say I did not argue. 
I turn off the fuel and I get the hose on and then start the bike. I let it warm up and I head to the line. About 50 yards from the line the bike dies. I am in a panic. I start kicking and kicking and kicking and it won’t fire. About that time Alex pulls up and he points at his pipe. It is caved in. OUCH! I continue to kick and I don’t say much to him cause I am about to freak out!! Thank goodness I had stalled directly in front of the TJ’s Cycles pit cause somebody yells, “Your gas is off”!!!! I look down and I want to crawl under a rock. 
... good one!
