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tire tearing. It just isn't warm enough to
run the SC0, but by the final third of the
track the tire starts to come somewhat
good, and I pin the gas it has hard as I
can.
The track also changes to something
more predictable. The grip over the top
is pretty good, miles better than the
previous two sections, so I have more
confidence to really thrash it.
I come over the line, totally knack-
ered. I'm not confident in the outcome,
but then I see a bunch of people clap-
ping and smiling and the TV cameras
approaching, and for a second I think I
may have actually won the thing.
Then Chris Fillmore delivers the news.
"Buddy… you're only a couple of
tenths off first," he says, with a smile of
commiseration plastered on his face.
It dawns on me that I've lost one of the
closest finishes in Pikes Peak history.
It feels like I've been kicked in the d**k
by Superman. Carlin Dunne has done it
again, this time by just 0.692 seconds.
That's one mistake, one wide turn, one
blink of an eye, over 12.92 miles and 156
corners—it is my nightmare bought to life.
I can try to rationalize it all I want, but in
the end, I am beaten by the better rider
The race day cloud
as Rennie charges
through the W's.
Twenty minutes prior
to this shot being
taken, the sky was
a beautiful blue as
Rennie charges
through the W's.
Clutch out,
throttle pinned.
It's go time.
