Ahhh, the end is in sight. The boys are feeling a bit better about the trip now.
There was some local stunts built in the ghost town of Granite City, so we investigated.
I don’t know if the old miners could have possibly imagined this kind of behaviour.
Oh well, the world keeps on turning. We took the boys up the hill to meet some of the original residents of town after this.
Hi Lucie…
Rader was pretty impressed by the local flavour at the crossroads.
Oh yeah, it was also race day. With us running both groups together, we had a pretty big relay race to run.
What was amazing was how close it was right to the end.
My group had a couple fewer riders, so our fastest guys went twice. 
Which was just as well as we had some seriously slow guys that evened the odds out.
I don’t think it really mattered anyway.
These guys are pretty competetive in nature to begin with.
Of course, it came down to me and Danika on the last lap, and I at least managed to get the hole shot on her.
But her racing background came into play. I pretty much suck at racing, and she elbowed me out on a berm about 3/4’s of the way through.
Then we bought the whole crew some cans of coke. I’d call it a success.
Oh, and then Rader stepped in some goose crap. His new name is “Poo Toe.”
Our last night of the trip, so we engaged in a few fire related shenanigans.
See ya on the next tour…
