Jason Klammer took the holeshot
and never lookd back on his way
to the overall win.
Story by Jim Senecal
Photos by Art Pepin
I
rolled into the parking lot at Demoranville Farm about 10:00am; planning on scouting some good
lines through what I was anticipating being a real mud fest. To my surprise, the course was in really
good shape; there was actually less water on the gas line than usual, and the woods were mostly dry,
with very few muddy spots. When we arrived at the starting line the announcer let us know that there was
going to be a short delay.
When the green flag fell it was safe to say that I was dead last. This was my first race on the four stroke,
and the bike fired fast, but I was tentative going into the first turn. It has been a while since the last time
that I raced, and I did not want to go down at the start. The first turn dropped us right into the sand pit
and I made one pass in the sand on a rider who went down, and his bike appeared to get run over by most
of the pack. I wasn't able to see who the unlucky rider was. We left the sand pit on a cart road, through a
small patch of woods onto the gas line. Once we hit the gas line I started to make passes. In the first mile
I made my way up to sixth place. I was trying to pass Dylan Macritchie for fifth going into a small water
hole. Before I could blink I was on my head, completely under water – helmet and all, not the way I
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