901030 1650 30000 feet climbing toonz trauts time off bike, busted spoke, etc. crew downside left hand hotspot, base of big toe on right foot numb penis bad butt numb brain scatology scrubbed the calluses off my sensitivity Sink into surliness - took the coke, gave up my chocolate when that was what I needed I've been on this road before! Regrets: no time to visit with folks during of after the event fortunate to have a chance to talk with John Stamstead, the overall winner. Kostman kept giving me encouragement. "What a stud", "Awsome", etc. Logistics: diet - solid food problems stomach - dangerous farts Epilogue: Slept just fine. I did wake a couple times during the night, got up and peed, drank a little water, but that was fine. I got up before Elaine, who had fallen asleep in the other bed. Attacked the morning chores, cleaned the porta-potty, made some coffee. The others turned up too. A woman approached us as we were packing up. She was crew for John Stamstad, the overall winner, his sister I think, Cynthia or something like that. She was very pleasant and we chatted for a while. They are from Wisconsin, not sure why they came all the way to CA for this race. A family operation, two cars. We bundled up and took off for breakfast. The first dissapointment. My mouth was such a mess that putting food in it was not a pleasure. Not sure if I still have a marginal illness or if I just fried the tissue by breathing the desert air for 37 hours. Flashers, alternator, long drive, cup-of-noodles.