Fin

Now we all remember from last year, it's all about the trophy. See on the left down there, that's where your name goes when you win the race. You can display it proudly at your messenger base or on top of your TV or toilet tank, whatever, for almost a year, but then you gotta give it up a couple weeks before the race next year. The King keeps his eye on it all year, then usurps it as the club needs to draw from its powers in the weeks right before the race. Of course your name is stamped in there forever. Dan'll bang your name right in there when you win. He does every year. The clavicle has healed nicely.

Now the end they say is where the most excitement is. Keeping in mind that this is where the beer also is, it is advantageous to race as fast as possible or "officiate" there from the way beginning. The Jester had the proud duty of instigating beer flow at approximately 6 pm PST. Merriment ensued. Moreso when the Pizza Dudes rolled in like quarter after. Fat stacks of big-ass pies. Yahhh.

And we had bands this year again. Roark and Skwish were supposed to be upstairs (different room, still upstairs) and there was some talk of a third band. Didn't somebody who was confirmed not show up? I dunno. There's gotta be pictures out there.

People with instruments abounded, and there was quite a lot of up-and-down the stair kind of stuff by the beer drinkers/pee-ers. Somebody else is once again going to have to provide the on-site party report as once again I never made it up there until most everybody was gone.

Trophy, beers, bands, all lined up. All that at the shop. Uh-oh, here they come.

A line-up like that needs thugs. And a finish line. These grunts got shirts and took good care of the roll-o-police-tape that stretched across the finish. One end to the doorframe behind them and one to the drainpipe across the alley and the line was established.

Those boys are good at doing lines, see there! Right where I told you it'd go. Everybody was up against the wall "clearing the alley." Oooh, anticipation.

Sproing!! Next time we aim the camera in front of the line. But who ever knows to which side?

race video-1.38 M-so worth it.

Number 155 is through the tape in an incredible 2 minutes 22 seconds!!

show me more dammit!

back to the picture index please, I can't take the slow torture.