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October 2025 25 Nolle e and Daniels charged at the front of the pack in what would be one of the closest races I have ever seen. To see through the dust, Olin had to literally be on Brayden's rear re. With two laps to go, Olin must've been red of eat- ing Brayden's dust and charged to make a pass and pull a gap. With the white flag out, Brayden sat only thirty seconds back. Both bikes moaned around the field, and it was apparent that both were vic ms of the condi ons. The crowd sat in uncertainty, wai ng to see who would come out of the woods first. I closed my eyes in exhaus on, listening to hear who it would be. When I heard Olin's KX 250 come thumping out of the woods, I watched the crowd breathe a collec ve sigh of relief (or maybe they were just coughing up a lung). The hometown boy had done it—proving the flowy southern trails hadn't made him en rely so , and that he can s ll be a dominant force in New England. The ba le for third was ght too, with Brian Dussault making the pass on Dennis with a mile to go. The pair of Betas came squealing into the finish re- to- re. Tyler and Jon both struggled with visibility, finishing seventh and ninth, and ghtening up the points even more. Olin and I celebrated with a couple of Stewart's milk- shakes—Olin winning the overall for the weekend, and me, happy my bike and body made it through all seven races, even if it means we both swallowed a few pounds of silt. Despite the condi ons, the Stateline riders pulled off another great event. I've been told the future of this property is uncertain, and if that's the case, I'll be deeply saddened to see such a beau ful piece of land disappear. I pulled out onto Cipperly Road for what could be the last me. Driving extra slow, I waved goodbye to the cows and gazed longingly in my rearview at the purplish moun- tains. A truck thundered past me in the other direc- on, and it was all gone in a cloud of dust. Olin Daniels Olin Daniels