I actually wrote this post in its entirety last night. But due to some technological glitch it decided to sign me out instead of publish and everything was lost. I have to admit it was the greatest post of all time, ripe with suspense, beautiful prose and witty humor. What you are about to read is simply a tribute.

I walked back to camp. Everyone was tucked away in their warm cacoons except Kathleen who was still locked out of the car and nowhere to be found. I inspected the situation and decided I should find someone to do a lap. I made the rounds and suffered a barrage of undeserving expletives. There was valuable info mixed into the cuss words. Kathleen had gone to find me after my lap and as a team we were taking a break.

Kathleen was on her way back to camp when I saw her and found out that she had been to the First Aid tent to see if they could help. They offered her a sledge hammer. 18 hours in a car missing a window didn’t sound exciting to me.

We fixed up some grub for breakfast as the others started to stir. Soon Doug, Bike Mcguiver, came out of his tent and begun to take down tarps. The sun had finally risen. Of course, he had a pry bar and some wire so we begun the long, tiring conquest of opening my bloody door. After holding the freezing pry bar for half an hour, I sent KB and Cimarron up to Danny’s trailer to see if they had a hanger to facilitate in opening said automobile. Doug and I continued to work at the lock with the crude instruments we had.

After an eternity, or at least long enough for a cup of coffee and breakfast, the girls came strolling back to camp. Apparently they didn’t think we were in any kind of a hurry to get the door open. Once we had our precision hanger in hand the door was open within a minute.

Now that the team had survived what has come to be known as the Door Disaster of 2008, we remembered we were there to race and discussion began as to who was going to be the next one out. Someone suggested Doug could do another lap and he was happy to be obliged. I sware he was kitted out and on his single speed within 5 minutes. It may have been longer but my hands were still frozen when he left so it wasn’t too much longer.

Cimarron was willing to do another lap and she got ready to go. Doug rocked out a sub 2 hour lap (yes for Team IMBA a 2 hour lap is rocking it) and Cim headed out for what we hoped would also be a quick lap so we could get one more in after she was done. Bryce and I both wanted to go out again. After a two second argument, I gave in and let him have the opportunity.

We were all just standing around when we were surprised to see Cimarron smiling and walking up to camp. She was in way faster than she should have been. She fessed up that she had cheated and cut trail. After standing around for a few minutes she went down to the tent and exchanged the baton with Bryce and let the race officials know her lap wasn’t complete.

It was now the dreaded time of packing up camp. I was astonished at how much less stuff we had to put in the Element. I’m really not sure where it went to, but we were ready to go pretty quick.

And then the sitting started. We sat for about 30 minutes and then walked up to Danny’s trailer where they had promised to save a couple of Pacificos for us. Some how Kevin ended up with mine and I was stuck drinking a wonderful brew from Colorado known as Carver’s. We dicked around at their camp for a while and headed back to see how things were going. And then we sat.

We helped Bryce and Cimarron load up their truck and did what we could to get Doug’s stuff reloaded. And then we sat. After sitting, someone decided it was a good idea to sit. So we sat some more. I’m oblivious to what we were waiting for, but it must have been much more important than a shower and a soft bed. Rumor has it that we were waiting for someone to download super freak onto a certain someone’s Mp3 player, but at this printing I still haven’t been able to confirm that fact.

Danny, Brad, Jerry and Kim all came down and sat with us. It seems sitting was the activity of choice for those who had just finished a 24 hour race. I just wanted to get to the hotel.

After sitting some more, my adgetation became to much to ignore and we finally headed for the hotel. The water covered road we had driven in on was now dry as a bone and the only thing that held us up was the long line of cars in front of us.

Anyways, stay tuned for the next installment which will take you through the torture of a horrible Mexican restraunt as well as the adventures of the Truck Driver.

Out.

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