Tennessee! Land of Hypothermia!

I can't comment too much on this one for one simple reason...I wasn't there! Not that I didn't want to be, but I was home with a Frankenleg,

And though I was tempted to go along and spectate for a whole 0.5 seconds or so, oddly I decided to stay home and watch TV instead. That left George and Max to go rampage all over Tennesse as a duo, undaunted by crummy sounding weather reports and the good likelihood of getting soaked in the woods. This was for another Ahrma ISDT, meaning it was another fancy two day jobby with all the fun timed sections and controls. Luckily, they were able to find a substitute fat, hairy guy, so the social dynamic was preserved.

That's Larry in the middle. He lives kinda down the road from Westpoint in Memphis, and brought the boys some BBQ and got to play on George's bike after he tagged his foot on a tree and bowed out (at this point if you looked crosseyed at his foot it swelled up and the doc had to cut chunks off...no, really). From here, I'll let Max's old race report tell the tale.
"The event was a lot of fun, it was tight and sloppy and somewhat reminiscent of South Carolina.  Day one started off with a bit of rain for the riders meeting then cleared up for the race.

We started on the 21st minute again...

...so by the time we got into the woods there had already been about 60 bikes through there rutting it up.

We had two special tests before lunch then two tests after lunch and a single lap around the grass track. All the connecting trails were nice and the town of Westpoint welcomed us with open arms.

George had a great ride the first day and after completing 3 special tests he decided that he had had enough fun for one day and passed on the responsibility of representing the big twins to me.

I didn't do much better than merely finishing the first day and ended up placing third with a silver medal. The second day I talked Larry into riding with me and we had three special tests (the same three from the day before except even slimier and more shitted up) before a 10 lap grass motocross track (where Larry kicked my ass) Larry took to the woods like a champ and despite never having run George's bike before did great and I think he had a fun ride on some of the trails. It took everything I had (and a little of what I didn't have) to keep going on the second day. I finally reached a point where I decided that it was not within the realm of possibility for my ass to hurt any more than it already did so I decided I might as well keep going. (there was also a really cute girl checking times in the woods that kept my morale up) After we finished the three special tests in the woods we rested for a minute then lined up for the ten lap grass track.

 The grass track was a live engine start and we all flung plenty of sod on the take off. I took the first corner a bit too fast and just about lost it and Larry passed me. In an effort to catch him I believe I pushed my poor little motor scooter too far. I heard a bit of a click and smoke started pouring out of my left exhaust pipe and primary breather, so I pushed it harder of course and then my throttle cable broke and Chicago Jerry helped me push my bike across the finish line. BY THE WAY VOTE FOR CHICAGO JERRY FOR BOARD OF TRUSTEES. On the second day I managed a second place due to drop outs and got a silver medal. It was all in all a great weekend. Thanks to George for all of the team support (and for lettin me eat the rest of the ribs)"