WARNING!!! - LONG READ!!! - Please don't try to read this Drexel Report in one sitting - may cause loss of control to lower extremities due to lowered lack of blood flow, hemoroids, hip and / or leg cramps - etc, not FDA approved. Just print it out and read it at the next mud application pit while waiting your turn, Use caution when reading, light fuse and get away....do not play ping pong while reading Drexel Race Report.
Drexel, Drexel, Drexel...... Honey It's a love / hate relationship. I love the race and atmosphere but in years past I've broke down, stuck in mud, thorns to my leg removed at the local ER and flat tires. It's like Charlie Brown getting back up and running towards the football really expecting to kick it thru the goal posts, year, after year, after year, after year. I figure statistically speaking I'm due for a good run. I ran practice and this year the track had a different feel to it, so I'm thinking ok, different is good.
I line up and can't get my hole shot tab to click in and engage. I try and try to hit the front brake and compress my forks but because my back which was loosened up by the mornings hot shower, gets a message that the body is going out for another pounding files a grievance with the spinal muscle's labor union and shuts down on me. I keep grunting and sighing and give up. Todd who's lined up next to me watches me struggle and just leans over and with one hand pushes the button and waves me forward with the other and engages it for me. Without any further ado he goes back in to his pre race trance and ready's himself. My head is really buzzing now. I already know Mr Sexton wears a white hat but that was the coolest thing I've every seen. So now I'm sitting all cocked and ready to rock but the problem is now I got all this Todd all up inside my head. Board drops and I do the usual but I wake her up more aggressively than usual and, and, and and, I'm in neutral. Yes, yes , I know how to dance to this song already so I do what I gotta do and finally get off the line - 9th. Not too bad.
I had an epic day. I slip long on a few corners, slid out completely on on one but really ran hard, clean and fast. Kept picking them off. On lap one I dropped down into the mud application shop and took my turn. I was figuring that might even things up a bit if our entire class was all bunched up again. A Junior rider had his bike stuck in that deep rut so bad his seat was only about 8" above ground level. Poor guy, he was really trying hard to get it out. I got off and grabbed his rear and together we got him out.
Caught up to 810 - Seth Thomas and I'm thinking wow I usually see Seth when I'm stuck, broke down or doing some ravine jumping or taking a gasoline shower. I caught him and as a gentleman move he was going to let me pass, well until he looks up as he moves over. After he ID's my number plate he slides back in and grabs a handful as if to say "come and get!" He smacks down a good hard run and flawlessly executes a hard right hander and turns it on again. I back off so I don't push him into a dumb mistake but he just keeps going....So after a while I say OK enough of this and get out my "A" game book. I return to his rear fender and when he hears me moves over and lets me slip by. I was past due for a drink break and go for my water hose at the metal gate area by the over flow and because I'm still in high gear chug it at the rocks, Seth pulls up because I'm blocking the trail and yells "oh come on DENNIS!". He is hilarious. I take off and got serious again but wow Seth has really been improving consistently throughout the year.
On lap 3 however when I dropped down into the mud application shop there was a sign posted "Please take a number" sign posted next to a round spooly thing. I rip off a number and it says #935. One of the workers steps up and yells "NUMBER 66! SERVING 66!" I realize I need to get out of here before the park closes - ya know? Do to poor planning on my part, I do not have time for this. I have a tight itinerary today so I gotta do SOMETHING quickly. I study the creek wall carefully and hired a landscape artist and after the oil painting was completed it confirmed a sweet spot on the creek bank side. From a dead stop I rocked the bike back and forth, back and forth and shot out and up out of the creek. I got much more air than I planned as I was over zealous with the power. As I was gaining altitude I saw someone coming in on their re-entry and I heard Houston Controll Giving Chad 1040 the emergency procedures check list for re-entry without a bike over the headset in my helmet. (I so glad your ok Chad, I heard about you in the pits afterwords). I hit the flat land and looked back and wasting no time at all is a blue Yammer - 914 I think and he did it too but with a lot more grace than I did. Good job dude! We tear out of there together. By the end of the day there were four well established lines outta there!
I ran hard and attacked all day. As I came thru I was relieved to see that I get to have another lap. Stacey and Pam have been cheering me on all day and are yelling "go get em! He is RIGHT THERE" and pointing forward. There is a dial on my helmet with settings 1 to 10. When I reached up to turn it up from a 9 to a 10, a low tree branch smacked it up to 12 before it ripped it off completely.
I go to full after burners and attacked every corner and actually ran 20 seconds faster on my last lap than any other lap of the day. WARNING!!! - hitting the afterburners not only re-burns the exhaust but it also injects additional fuel so although it provides an extreme amount of power and thrust, it also depletes the available fuel left at an alarming rate so be careful not to hit the afterburners too soon. I finally come up on Tom 1035. Tom was doing a great job but I was relentless. Like bee's on honey. Shifting left, trying the inside, going out side, pushing on the straights, hammering the corners, even did my patented front wheel lift as we come out of the corners which is a real crowd pleaser!!! You can't set Tom up with any kind of bait, he just know how to ride. He runs his race and nothing your going to do will make him wavier. Tom is wise and realizes we can't keep this up I'm guessing so he honorably waves me by. He clearly wasn't on survivor mode yet but his elbows were lowering and I think he was going to let me by, get some water and breaths and hit me again somewhere just before the finish line after I wore myself out or slipped in that slick corner OR...the roller rocks still lingering at the twisty rocky section. Did one of those rocks have my name on it? I could always hear him him back there and I'll tell you what Tom is patient, smooth and makes great line choices so the threat of an immediate attack was always clearly on my mind.
I realize I'm really over thinking the pass on Tom and realize because of my 3 laps yesterday and 5 1/2 laps down today I know every twist and turn, rock and root this place has to offer. I realize also that I'm riding way too fast at 12 so I reach up and rip off the energy modulator box from my helmet and then I realized that the tree limb has already knocked it off my helmet. I feel around and pull the wires out so I can slow back down to a level #10 and keep from crashing. Well funny thing, ironically by pulling the energy modulator box wires out, it short circuited and it went to a failsafe mode and the damn thing went to # 15 which, I though it couldn't do - only with a doctors script or if the rider was under the age of 21...
As I speed up even more it becomes clear to me as the trees blur and the tires begin to complain at the excessive stress that I am truly doing a personal best today, and the extra air flowing over my body feels great too....
Then I hear something else. A slight harmonic sound....like someone may be hanging behind Tom...hhhmmmm. I can't look because my vision is only clear in about a 12" circle and decision making is much quicker at this pace. I know this sound... hhmmm...So what? All the fast guys are running their own race and they haven't whooped me so It's either some one who is enjoying the tag along or a fast sweeper. I figure at this speed aint no body going to get by me anyway - running at #15 and all.............
On a long wide left sweeping turn an F-18 going super sonic blows by and flying way too close to the ground. As it blasted by me it yanked out all loose rocks, grass, little tree saplings, all the wet and dry encrusted mud from my Husky, my decals and valve stem caps off both wheels (they were these little cute chrome skull heads and cost me $2.99 at O' Reillys.). Just after the sonic boom (which hurt my ears by the way) wave went by I looked down and half my boot straps were gone along with my camel back, one glove and my shirt was missing. WTH? Did THAT just happen? All I remember was the numbers 1034. Ok, so for you people at home just because I just passed Tom - #1035 it doesn't mean that now it's time for the Waddawg # 1034's turn, Nope. Notta, it doesn't work that way. I reach down deep, deep inside to take back what's mine but my left hand is frozen and won't pull the clutch to down shift. My right wrist which up until now has been holding tough refuses to twist the throttle any more and my lower back has been calling my brain and leaving so many messages that my brains in - box was completely full....... I see the legendary Wadedawg pulling away and the hole he was making in the atmosphere created such a strong vortex that I was just happy not to be sucked into it.
I pop up and run across the damn but what ever THAT was had already made the corner and slid down the damn face and into scoring. I hit it and I slid perfectly at the damn corner and down to the first straight and see scoring and confirm that it was indeed Wadedawg who had a hook hanging off his rear fender and it catches a cable just before scoring and pulls him to a stop. As I went thru scoring after him, I didn't even stop at scoring and do my usual routine of collaborating with my wife for our debriefing about the days events and caught up to him on the gravel road and gave a hard fist to fist punch before we even came to a stop. I don't mind that you got me Randy I said but what stings is that when you passed me that you did it with such over powering force while I was actually having my personal best performance of my life!!! He grinned. He hesitated to savor the moment, paused, then finally says "well Dennis I finished 19th. I was running for fun today and helped out at the mud bogs. and then I jumped in and ran for fun."
DANG IT RANDY!!! If I was only half as good as I think I am I coulda caught ya!
OH yeah!!! By the way Mr. Sexton!!!! At the end of the race as us three were BS'in on the gravel road I did love your tale of the two dudes that battled and raced every available inch of every mile that the Drexel had to offer, sliding into home plate visor to visor, but you forgot to mention that YOU were the dude who got the Gibber! That is no easy feat I'm telling ya!
And Scott I'm not telling your story but I was very impressed with how you did today with the hand you were dealt. I've had that same hand dealt to me before and it either shuts you down or it can build character. Yes, I'm saying that your a character....Mr Black Knight...(from Monty Pythons)
WHOOOP!