And The Winner Is...

Well, we don't know yet, but they are getting weeded out as we speak. The winner should be announced at Sturgis and Chris is still in the running for it! What an amazing weekend in Homer, Alaska.

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Homer, not Home

I am here. Homer. Is it priceless? Well, here is what I know. I know that when I rolled in yesterday at about 2am, I was the 81st person to show. I was as cold and tired as I remember ever being.

Way too tired, wet, and on the verge of a crash. I didn't care though....I remember thinking if I hit a moose on the way in, and I am going to ride him in. Either way, I get to Homer now. To be sure, I didn't know where I was going, just Homer, the spit, you'll see the finish. I did, and there was one lady there to take my picture. One to check my mileage, and a little building I could go in and have some coffee etc.

81st.

81st?

What? How can that be? Please explain.

"Well, you are the 81st person to arrive on a bike with your slip....but probably not the 9

81st finisher."

I said ok, but what does that mean?

A gentleman with the Hoka hey then told me I was probably the 10th legit rider to show. The rest of them had cut off the route. He then told me they had a list of people with the correct mileage and documentation. That was the list I was just added to.

So, I wanted to scream at them...Why are you counting the others at all? Why aren't you saying to them good for you, nice bike ride, now go away....you don't count?

I don't know folks....seems right, even now. At the time, I was really upset by it. You have to understand, I have pushed myself as many have, to the absolute brink here. Trying to make sure that what I did, counted. What I did was right, and the route I took was in its entirety correct.

To now be told that other than the first couple guys....which we all know did not win, I am just being counted as a finisher.....along with all the rest who just went on a ride. Very unhappy.

Now, I am trying to recover. I got in at 2am, and couldn't get the people on the horn that I had reservations with. So, I got a room at another place, but they could only let me stay for 6 hours....which was a total rip off, and I still had to pay the full fair.

I packed my tired butt up then around 11am yesterday, and went to my hotel.

I ate, dumped piles of shit off my bike, called my kids, went to bed.

It is now Saturday I think. I am going to go to the finish line area, see if I can find someone to bring the bike back to the lower 48. I am going to look for a ride....split gas, or find a plane ticket out of here. I know I am screwed until Monday or Tuesday, but Homer ain't home.

With that said, if the sun comes out, I will be curious to see the town. Right now it looks like the skies I have seen since Anchorage.

Alaska is a huge place. Stunning. And Chick....McKinley stuck its head out while I rode through! How lucky am I?

Anyway, going to go find a razor.....coffee....and a laundromat.

Post again soon.

Made It!

In Homer! Full disclosure coming soon...after sleep.

UPDATE!

In Denali, can't see from the road. Maybe we should ride up to see it? Think we should consider it. Half way to Anchorage...then another four hours to Homer. Started day in destruction bay. Rode the al can a hundred miles an hour...just to say I did. It's a twisted up piece of taffy. Dangerous road. Running hard.

DAY 12

TOK, ALASKA

Riding to Homer today, will be there sometime tonight. It is some tough riding up here. Will tell all when I get in. Still in the running according to all reports.