The sun tucks behind the fast approaching storm. Meanwhile, the riders are scurrying around camp much like zombies. Camp has an electric feel, and there are many stories about the days adventures over some cold beverages. I snorkel around the bathtub, leaving an impressive amount of grit behind.
Within no time, we are hailed over to Headquarters to tally the day. Rob has an impressive sense of humor. The sound of dinner is quickly overcome by the "Honorary" list. Yes, this is the list of 6 riders that gave it one heck of a go. Alas, everyone will live to ride another day and nobody needed serious medical attention. However, I think we took out 1 foot, 1 wrist, 1 ankle, 1 neck, and two other mishaps.
The bikes in the parking lot faired much worse. Some had bent rotors, some had bent rear luggage racks, some had nice curvy clutch levers, some had mashed up front fairings, broke blinkers, and even an errant report of a bent rim. A few Beemers in the demo fleet don't look nearly as scratch free as when they arrived!
After the "Honorary" list was announced, they announced the best GS rider. He won a BMW...well a 1/16th sized BMW. All the same really. The story (which was apparently caught on film), involved a loose bit on his bike locking up his handle bars. Not that there is ever a good time for locked bars (besides theft prevention), it sounds especially concerning while trying to navigate a steep descent.
The best crash of the day and the team with the fewest wrong turns went to the same team--Team Bogdan. Apparently the lead bike came to a stop to investigate a water puddle, and the KLR not so much. It launched over the previous puddle and rear ended the lead rider (knocking some good sense into them all while on the ground).
Since today was not a race, and trophy was entirely symbolic (meaning nobody actually gets to take it home), we decided Blaster mind as well get to rub it too. Yes that is right, we have absolutely no reason to be holding this trophy, other than the photo is fantastic....don't you think?
We retire to the room as the rain drops dance on the metal roof, but I am so tired it won't matter
Within no time, we are hailed over to Headquarters to tally the day. Rob has an impressive sense of humor. The sound of dinner is quickly overcome by the "Honorary" list. Yes, this is the list of 6 riders that gave it one heck of a go. Alas, everyone will live to ride another day and nobody needed serious medical attention. However, I think we took out 1 foot, 1 wrist, 1 ankle, 1 neck, and two other mishaps.
The bikes in the parking lot faired much worse. Some had bent rotors, some had bent rear luggage racks, some had nice curvy clutch levers, some had mashed up front fairings, broke blinkers, and even an errant report of a bent rim. A few Beemers in the demo fleet don't look nearly as scratch free as when they arrived!
After the "Honorary" list was announced, they announced the best GS rider. He won a BMW...well a 1/16th sized BMW. All the same really. The story (which was apparently caught on film), involved a loose bit on his bike locking up his handle bars. Not that there is ever a good time for locked bars (besides theft prevention), it sounds especially concerning while trying to navigate a steep descent.
The best crash of the day and the team with the fewest wrong turns went to the same team--Team Bogdan. Apparently the lead bike came to a stop to investigate a water puddle, and the KLR not so much. It launched over the previous puddle and rear ended the lead rider (knocking some good sense into them all while on the ground).
Since today was not a race, and trophy was entirely symbolic (meaning nobody actually gets to take it home), we decided Blaster mind as well get to rub it too. Yes that is right, we have absolutely no reason to be holding this trophy, other than the photo is fantastic....don't you think?
We retire to the room as the rain drops dance on the metal roof, but I am so tired it won't matter