Then I arrived at the final checkpoint, Ontario CA. There were already a few tired riders here a day early, and the IBR staff walking around saying this waiting is the hardest part. I heard, “it feels like I should go boil water for birthin’ this baby,” more than once. Everyone is talking about routes, being cagey about talking about routes, and analyzing everyone’s routes. It’s been wonderful to catch up with friends, and meet people for the first time that I’ve known about through rally circles. Floating around the lobby are IBR staff and volunteers, friends and former top and #1 finishers of the IBR. I haven’t left the hotel yet. These riders are not small and alone – they are incredible and have made big accomplishments in this rally and in the IBR. Out of many – one. Many routes, one rally. Many riders, one IBR. E Pluribus Unum.
Kirsten is doing well. She has just ridden through what she said was the scariest wind storm she has ever ridden through. Weather band radio was beeping warnings- find shelter now- 60 mph winds—of course she got the warning after she was already through it. (Didn't want to take her hand off the handlebars to turn on the radio.) She’s feeling good and riding like hell. She has just gotten some more water, cleaned her windshield and put more V8 is the tank bag. She said, “There’s no fricking way that I’m not riding the ride I picked out for myself!” That’s what’s expected on the last day of the Iron Butt Rally. My nerves are just holding out for a smooth next 14 or so hours. The riders must be at the checkpoint by 10:00 a.m. (Pacific time) Friday or start accruing penalty points. I can’t wait to see the gathering crowd because there will certainly be more than one rider coming in at the squeak of 10. As I've been saying all week - Leg Three will be very interesting.
|My favorite rally picture of Kirsten.|