'The crashes started right from the gun. Ferguson shot off like a rocket with Treefarm close behind. The course was pretty straightforward... the climb had a nearly impassable section of holes at the summit and the windy descent was a minefield of knee-deep pits concealed under feet of goo. The crowd was a factor as well, as a few hundred beer-swilling shouters had rallied themselves around the trickiest parts of the course, jeering and cheering those who face-planted, and roaring to those who muscled through on their bikes...' More
