
At the start there were 15 of us and money was 15 deep. After the requisite jokes about finishing no matter what and a first lap roll out we lined up. It was nice to have a first row start. I didn't kill the sprint and rolled onto the dirt in about 8th ot 9th. I think the first lap was a challenge for all of us. the tight course rode very different at race speed and there is no way to replicate that in warmup. We were all a little squirrelly, but after a lap it was shaking out. Danny and Allen on the front followed by Chris Case, Bryan, Brian, Harshman, Scott and then me. I closed the gap to Scott on the run up on lap 2 and came across the start finish on the tail end of the main group in 8th. Then I brain farted.

There was a small curb to hop as you left the pavement near the start of the lap. It was small and easy and on the 3rd lap I got lazy. I rammed the back wheel on it and the back wheel was airborne and as I struggled to control it, I rolled the front tire. Bam!!! I was down and running to the pits. I lost 4 or 5 spots and grabbed Breeze's bike from the pits and promptly almost killed myself. I was all over the place. The tire set up was exactly the opposite, the psi different and the fit totally different. That's the big lesson of the day. You bring a pit bike, because you may use it, idiot. I took me nearly 2 laps to figure it out. I passed my old friend Darren Cheek and tried to get back on terms, but the gap was too big. I rolled across in 11th. Danny Summerhill took the win, Krughoff, Case, Bryan M, Scotty T, Brian H and the Harshman.
When I finished I was pissed. I was snappy and sullen. I felt like a great effort was ruined by one mistake and I was bitter. I lost a great chance for some good points. Then I started to settle down and realize some things. I was in a beautiful place, I was racing my bike, I was with great friends and I DID ride well. So either I could spend my time on the mistake or I could spend my time on what was right. Sure I was frustrated that I keep screwing up, but man, life could be way worse, eh? Besides, I made $50.
Lighten up Francis!
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