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A little foul weather never s
Neither rain, norsleet, nor
fender-deep mudcould keep
:;E Bob"Hurricane"Hannahfrom
cleaning upat the Miller High
Life Superbowl ofMotocross
inAtlanta last weekend.
In fact, before he and his
OW were even into tum one,
24
the Hurricane was already
busycovering the competition
with a primer coat ofred
Georgia clay.
Bylap seven, most ofthe
deep ruts in the course had
been filled with fallen riders,
and ourchampion mud-slinger
was lapping the field, well on
his way to turning his 20-foot
leadinto a 20-second lead.
Fmally; whenthe mud was
so thick everyone had taken
offtheirgoggles tosee better,
Hannah was
nowhere tobe
seen.
Until he showed up in
the winner's circle.
Sipping a beer
