Transylvania epic stage 8: party at rimjorb.

Yes, I have the party listed as a final stage.


Because in many ways, it is also an endurance event.



We finished the last stage. Sweet merciful crap, it was done. Some hugged each other, some sat by the finish and downed beers. At least one person literally pissed himself. For my part, I got to the shower and stood there until the water got cold.

A bunch of us hung out around the cabin waiting for the 3 o'clock dinner call. Weir sent Adam on a pizza run; in the meantime we munched on some onion-y things that Sue had pickled which tasted fine but smelled like a laundry basket full of socks.

The WTB guys broke down bikes, and there was a halfhearted attempt at cleaning up the campsite.


Then the 3 man potato launcher came out.


Unsatisfied with the both the range and potential lethality of simply shooting cans across the campsite, Ben began to fire larger (and pointier) objects. After one or two "misfires" (read: near-fatalities), the slingshot was put away. Besides, it was dinnertime.

Dinner was amazing. The food all week was good, but this was something else entirely: chicken cordon bleu, wild rice pilaf, crab cakes - it was freaking awesome. The awards were fun, though it stung a little to miss out on the finishers medal.

I will comment on the inclusiveness of the event: the organizers, without undue pandering or lame "everyone is a winner" bullshit managed to include and address everyone remaining at camp. Regardless of finisher status (there was a lot of attrition), pretty much everyone left that dining hall with a smile.

Weather that smile was due to the food, the swag or the fact that most people had been drinking since 9am was immaterial: in about an hour, the first annual 3 beer derby was going to test a somewhat different skillset than the racers had been utilizing throughout the week.


Rather than give you a boring play-by-play, I will refer you to this video.

Here are some highlights:

- Sometime before the race started, Ben crashed a motorcycle. At 40 miles an hour. Then he challenged some dogs to a game of fetch.

- I was pitting for Dave "The Drunken Flash" Pryor. That meant I shook the shit out of everyone elses beer.

- Drew Haywood. That is all.

- Hash Apples used the Tiny Bike for this event. Its going to take months to clean the Dreadlocked Garth Balls off that saddle.

- Wicknasty talks mad shit on Tj, RyRy and Jpow. The heckling starts 4 months before cross season.


After the race, I started a fire. You know, to keep everyone warm. The WTB boys went on a fuel-gathering mission, Selene danced a whole bunch and Im still waiting for the footage from the RC car with the Go-Pro on it that Weir kept driving through the fire. Around now I believe Zach received his first Hot Pocket.


With that, I will leave the details of the party to your imaginations.

After all, the first rule of Camp Rimjorb is Dont Talk About Camp Rimjorb.



You will just have to come out and see for yourself.