At times, the amount of fun to be had while racing a gravity-powered junkpile down a canyon road still amazes me. Great race last Sunday; twenty-two homebuilts hurtling down Templin Highway toward a decreasing-radius curve and certain mayhem... what could go wrong?
Mikey lost a wheel. Dino flipped and tore up a front spindle. Ronald made enough contact with the LeanMachine that one of its disc brakes rubbed the rest of the morning. Nobody went to the Emergency Room, and two guys went home with trophies. It's ALL fun and games until somebody loses their balls.