I clocked the route at about 0.75 miles gravel, 0.5 miles singletrack. The first two laps were blazing; hell, elbows were being thrown on the parade lap, for Pete's sake. Foghorn hung with the leaders for a couple, but the legs were screaming "No, No, No!"
Mean Todd laid down a a mean beat and few were able to hang. I think he brought Travis in just to give him a one lap breather. Next time we're putting and end to that collaboration. Brody hung in for third, I doubt he got much cooperation out of the other two. He may be leading in the points for the men. Brandy represented pretty well as the only female, and is clearly the points leader there. She seems to have some sort of "cat that ate the canary" look at the end of these things. A "shit eating grin" so to speak. She'll be back.
Not exactly Swiss timing, but results are below, and you should be able to click on and open them up, in theory. If not, try the call center in Mumbai...
Foghorn is on the beach next week, with bike getting spa treatment and resting peacefully at Pibby's. Feel free to carry on without, if not we'll crank it up upon return. We're going to have to get back to the old days, where your ability to chug draft pale ale was just as important as any riding skills you may or may not posses.
