This Bud's for You, 24 August: Makin' It To the Other Side

One, two, three, or all four; were any of the fast approaching riders legit recipients of the weekly Bud's crown. There was no way for me to tell, and since I was the only one of the usual finish line groupies watching, there would be no help in making that determination. Did the four slip away from the bunch somewhere along the back part of the course, or was their early arrival a shortcut gift? They were moving pretty well either way, so this week this Bud's for everyone who gave their all (and didn't crash on the way back to C-Town) - no, not me.

bringing home the bunch

"... There was fear in the pit of my heart

There was desert as far as the eye could see

Blistering, dusty, and hard

I trusted you in desperation

I said heaven forbid this place

It's hotter than hell and I'm losing my cool

It's just not of the human race...

I got slippery sand in the back of my throat

Silica in my eyes

Pretty soon this will all be another bad dream if we make it

To the other side

If we make it..."

(Mink, Wilson-Lamoureaux, Wilson)