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Well, after much taunting and smack-talking, the big grudge race between myself and PK took place Tuesday afternoon (I think). First off, I was amazed that everyone, and I mean EVERYONE dropped what they were doing to watch a couple of fat bastages take a gate drop and wheeze their way around the big track three times! All I can say is that PK's little pre-DW movie was was surprisingly prophetic! There was course cutting by yours truly (with a little help from Gomer pointing out the side road!), there was donut eating, and there was even a "stop in the middle of the race for an autograph session" for PK (thanks again, Gome!). So, in the end, I wore the cape, the sash and the tiara (sp?) on my helmet. I did a parade lap with the cape just a flappin' in the breeze! Then I washed what little dirt there was off of Keith's bike, all the while sweating my keister off with the cape, helmet, etc still on! We did make a promise never to do this to ourselves again, however. But who knows? Eleven months from now, we might start feeling a little froggy again... :debil: