I admit it. I left the track before the awards were given out and, more importantly, before the hay bale pickup was done. This marks the first ever time I've ever ridden at Mission where I did not assist with the bale cleanup at the end of the day. I felt like a whipped dog that didn't know why it's master was pissed as I packed up the bike and drove away.
Sure the reasons were good. I have a sick wife at home and figured it would be good to spend a few hours with her this evening. And, truth be told, after the setup on Friday and the riding for two days in the oven like heat of Saturday and the hot but at least not stifling heat of Sunday I was pretty much baked like a pie.
I sure hope you guys had lots of help from the riders for the cleanup.
As it turned out she's still sick but didn't care if I got home or not. After being abandoned on Friday, Saturday and most of today she'd given up hope. But I came through in the end.... I brought home a care package of BBQ'd salmon and some fruit flan from the friend's birthday party BBQ on Sat night and a Johhny Depp movie tonight along with some fresh milk to replace the racid 2 1/2 liters in the jug in the fridge. I'm back in the hero books now....