|Note the backup system...|
Wait. Maybe I'll have fresh legs for the Queen of Gravel/ Ragnarok?
Doubt it. Second year in row the lungs poisoned as part of the wearing down process of putting on a race and trying to drill it in the end...
See you Sat. Or not?
RS- bring the ROK. Defend or submit and disclose to the guy/ gal that most closely resembles a farm dog freed to fly. Think on year 1 and that one black lab about 2/3rds the way in that would not submit, just flew.