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April 2020 11 Kurt was on the 430WR Husky featured in Trail Rider a few months back, probably about the perfect bike for his course. The big bore chewed its way up the hills and spit the remnants out the back. By contrast, I was on a 1982 125WR Husky — what I like to call my li le woods dancer — and although it's agile and light through the woods, it can't hold a candle to the big bores when the eleva on changes. Marc was riding a 390 Husky; Chris and Dan were on PE250s. Jimmy Lube had a Full Floater PE175, and Rob Drane and Rob Phelan were Rokon-mounted. None of us had a prayer of keeping up with Fred Hoess on the 400 Hooska, though. I haven't looked at all the laps' mes yet, but I feel confident he was 90 to 120 sec- onds a lap faster than the other experts. You just can't beat decades of Six Days experience. I had a ball chas- ing my friend Dave Leckie, who came up from Florida with a 430 Auto. He could pull me in the open stuff, and I could reel him back in when it got ght ... un l I buried it in that one dang slop hole and lost almost three minutes extrac ng the bike with the help of two course workers. Aside from that bonehead move on my part, it was a fun, fun ride. At the flooded low area, I aimed straight up the middle and pinned it, throwing orange water all over myself and the bike, to the delight of specta- tors. Blow through there, and you were rewarded with about a half-mile of flowing two track in as big a gear as you wanted before ducking back into the pines. Greg Holder said the course was about seven miles long, and I got in three laps to Fast Fred's four and was sad to see the checkered flag. I wanted more! Back in the pits everyone was howling about how much fun they'd had. Rob Drane's Rokon suc- cumbed to igni on woes, but everybody else placed well in their classes. Feed bag Saturday evening, everyone adjourned to the near- by Midway Barbeque for a killer buffet of southern style pulled pork with ALL the fixins! 10 bucks got you a spot at the feed trough, and if you went away hungry, it was your own fault. The place was packed with racers trading tales and the mood was great. We might not have been precisely prac cing "social distancing," but it was a social bunch with the ma- jority a good distance from home, so one out of two isn't bad.