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October 9, 1973
on her own bike. Is thIs a check-point?
Check point for what? For the PegStumpers Woods Rallyl Sorry, ma'am,
you must have missed the marker. She
shakes her head at you, sort of shrugs
her shoulders and weaves between your
tent, station wagon and fire.
Then they come, one after another, bIg
kids, little kids, skinny women, fat women,
well- bullt women and a platoon of helmeted men of all ages and sizes. Hell,
Nol This Is not the checkpoInt and the
trail dead-ends 100 yards up that way.
They all have to see for themselves and
the pa'th between .the station wagon, fire
and tent Is full of motorcycles for half
an hourI"
Yeah, Woods Rider, I'm sorry you
missed your marker, but maybe you
could detour around my campsite? And
that pile of logs you jumped and scattered with your rear wheel? That was
our firewood. Yeah, something haPpened
to the marker and everybody makes
mistakes, but you and I aren't going to
go back to the city, quite as happy as
when we left.
Let's try again. Thlstime11'sOpel1l
