Death, taxes, swallows to Capistrano and DH to 24HoM...what do these things have in common?  Right.  Like there was ever any other possibility.  I've been to that race every year in this century, ain't about to stop that trend now.  It's a circus, a spectacle, a bitch, a lover, a supreme challenge yet so simple.  It has left me whimpering more than any other course and left me with month long highs.  To me, it is the very definition of the high risk game of 24 hour racing.

Life is short so I'm making it count.  The road to Moab is in my windshield, scorch marks in my rear view mirror.

Sorry sis, enjoy Paris.  Love ya.

Published Thursday, October 04, 2007 7:29 AM by Dave


# @ Thursday, October 04, 2007 8:21 AM


Jeff Kerkove

# @ Thursday, October 04, 2007 10:40 AM

To your mother.


# @ Thursday, October 04, 2007 11:01 AM


Geoff Roes

# @ Thursday, October 04, 2007 11:21 AM



# @ Thursday, October 04, 2007 1:03 PM



# @ Thursday, October 04, 2007 6:16 PM

She will still be your sister.

She will still get married.

But you won't get another chance to race the 2007 24 Hours of Moab. You have made an excellent choice. :)

dave byers

# @ Thursday, October 04, 2007 9:58 PM

as long as you win i'm sure your sister will understand :)

Geoff Roes

# @ Friday, October 05, 2007 5:02 AM

Y'all (or according to Carol Ann I think it's "all y'all") are great. At least I think so - my sister maybe not so much.


# @ Friday, October 05, 2007 9:49 AM

Go to a photo store.

Get a picture taken of you in a tuxedo.

Get photo made into life size cardboard stand-in.

Send stand-in to the wedding.

10 years from now when looking at wedding photos, nobody knows the difference.

Everyone wins.

Adam L.

# @ Friday, October 05, 2007 11:38 AM

I sure do love spreadin the southern-isms around the country. :) I'm happy to give the long version seminar of "Proper Usage of Y'all" over sweet tea, mint juleps or PBR.

Oh, kudos on your decision to race. Give 'em hell.

carol ann