and then...

7:10 a.m. - Alarm

9:00 a.m. - Meet Tom, Kyle, and Carter at MR. MR is wet, we mobilize to the back-up hill.

9:30 a.m. - Irish Hill is green, so we gear up.

9:35 a.m. - Clutch. Clutch. Clutch (thanks for driving Carter, next time we'll try on getting you an automatic).

10:20 a.m. - Four runs in, the town starts emptying the fire hydrants onto the road for some reason, so we start taking the 90 degree right hander before the bridge. Estimated speed: 43 mph. Five runs. Nine runs total.

Noon - Haul chain. (literally)

6:00 p.m. - Pre-Thrash BBQ. Delicious.

8:oo p.m. -THRASH- Cluster fuck to organize.

8:30 p.m. -THRASH- At the hill. At least 12 people, various skills and abilities. Started out on the "Snake Run", then the "S-Turns", "Raoul", and finally bottom of the Davis Center. At the Davis Center we set up some hippy hoping obsticles that were pretty advanced, and not something the whole group could participate in, although most tried. Kyle was having a good time of course, and Carter was getting some really good footage of him. It was fun, and a little dangerous, while it lasted. Everyone was about ready to leave...and then...

9:40 p.m. -DRAMATIC THRASH'N FINISH- Tom purposly got in Kyles line, who was about to make the last manuever in his perfectly planned run, which was being filmed. I stood there as the match was stuck against a rough surface, pavement. Anger. Thrown chair. My phone rings, and the timing couldn't have been better. I hope that shit never happens again.

10:00 p.m. - Cha-Ching

11:00 p.m. - Blog writing, melt, sleep, or is it sleep, then melt?

See you on the hill, and leave the drama at home.