now the saddest part of the trip...
when dad completed the class they said... "why don't you just borrow that bike again tomorrow and compete"... dad said "OK!".
during the competition, about halfway thru, a man named clint, roughly my dads age of 58... collapsed. My dad being an EMT immediately started CPR. There was never a response and sadly Clint died that day... a massive heart attack
dad originally entered the contest for fun and that kinda took the fun outa the competition so he took a DNF. we toasted to clint that night over mexican food and tried not to dwell. the trip only got better from there.
here's to clint!... take the checkered in the sky, my friend. you will be remembered.