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THE 2001 WILD WILD WEST TRAIL MARATHON

 

 
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MAKING HE DRIVE


I was so excited to meet up with the Four Horsemen, that I said, “Damn the law, I’m punching the accelerator!!!” With Brent Norquist at my side, we sped through the desert in my little blue Saturn and talked about last year’s race, this year’s race, and the price of tea in China. OK, actually, we skipped that last part and just rambled about the good times we had the year prior and how this year was going to be even better.

After last year’s bout with, er, let’s say, um … bowel shyness, I was a bit skeptical about putting anything in my system that I wasn’t sure would make a quick exit. I considered a laxative but decided that caution was called for and resisted the temptation, lest the opposite problem surfaced like a sub cracking the surface of the sea and max speed. So we ate light and kept going.

We were making great time and I had successfully broke every speed limit between 29 Palms and Lone Pine by at least a dozen miles per hour. As we got closer, I got bolder at the prospect of seeing my friends. At about 10 miles from Lone Pine, I crested a hill and there was Mr. Policeman coming from the opposite side of the highway, slowing down to make the crossover turn. Like every other human being on Earth, I hit the brakes and sucked up half the material from my driver’s seat. Brent, being the King of Lame Optimism, says “Maybe he didn’t see you.” Yeah, and maybe I was 6 feet tall and full of muscles.

Do I have to tell you what came next? There is not much in this world that feels as bad as seeing those flashing lights and hearing that siren behind you. I was so close, only 10 miles!!! CRAP!!!!!

The next retarded statement that came from Brent was “Maybe he’ll just give you a warning.”

I responded “Maybe you should shut your suck!” Ok, I didn’t say that but I was in no mood to be dealt with. I didn’t get the warning, but a full-blown ticket.

What an auspicious start to the 2001 Wild Wild West Marathon. It turned out a bit more expensive than I anticipated. Maybe I deserved it for breaking the speed limit the whole way, you say? Well, my response is “Maybe you should shut your suck!”

But I'm not bitter.



The drive to the race
Night before the race
The race
Vegas trip


The Pictures

How it all started...

2000 Wild Wild West Trail Marathon
2001 Wild Wild West Trail Marathon
2002 Big Sur International Marathon
2002 Wild Wild West Trail Marathon
2002 Bishop 50-mile Ultra-Marathon

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