Custer Stampede

I woke up last Sunday morning to cold rain splattering against our window and thought to myself: "There is no way I am paying $30 to get sand between my teeth and a major case of soggy butt." I was skipping the Fort Custer Stampede.

A few hours later I was white knuckling down smooth lines and spinning as fast as my chicken legs would push my single speed Rig.

I felt fast but most other expert/elite racers felt faster. I kept the intensity and smiles high and cruised in for a 10th place finish.

Next up is the Fort Custer XTERRA

with love