Barber! A Prequel!!!

What a coinkie-dink. We were just racing at Barber and in our ongoing traipse through time we are also...at Barber 2009. I was still broken, no racing for me, but I was walking (kinda) so I strapped a cane scabbard onto my lil' ol' D3 Bantam, figuring that it weighing in at 12 lbs. (approx.) and seat height of 14 in. (approx.) I was pretty safe on the little bugger and therefore got to ride a powered mochine for the first time in months. That was the perfect plan, because I could get down to the swap meet, to the woods to check trials (which is a perfect task for a slightly broken dude) and watch the racing. Which in the Cross Country world usually means sitting around and drinking beer as you wait for the people you're cheering on to come back around every few minutes. Its an odd spectator sport...just sayin'.

As it was, the racing was....interesting. It had been raining (as usual at a race in 2009) leaving the sighting lap a sloppy hell, with a couple spots so bad they had to cut out a huge chunk of the course. Max didn't make it through the sighting lap. He cooked a big end and was only able to get out of the woods by pulling the plug from the offending cylinder and letting it freewheel. Luckily, George had no interest in a repeat of the slimy suckfest that was Tennessee, so he let Max borrow his Tr5t to beat senseless.

That's the bike in question, parked next to good friend Jason, the beer drinkin'est, BMW ridin'est Latin teacher yer ever gonna meet. Max was a bit nervous about being on a borrowed bike, him not being the take it easy type and him having already broken one bike for the weekend. But he's made of sterner stuff, so lined up for a course that was basically a mile long sprint. Seriously, the first row was coming back around for their next lap before the last row was away.

I've got a buncha photos of ol' Max in this one because we had several people taking pics and because the course was so short he came by about 436 times.

In the end, Max was so happy with the Tr5t, he decided he didn't want to rebuild his 650, but instead wanted a 5 hunnert of his very own.

And the best part is, he didn't break George's bike! So with that, I'll leave you with a retread pic (because I already used this one on the goodbye thread to the old van), but I like it so here ya' go!