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it was epic... first, the weather was threatening big time. walter showed up @ dickey's house, ran into coolie who just got a sweet litespeed siena. and the majors started trickling in under gray, threating skies...but no additional FAZE crew representation! i get on the horn to B, and the fool is in the bed sayin "i aint riding...it's gonna rain...whaaaa!". another call to stu yielded the same result. so i went into overdrive, putting the pressure on these fools just to show up, knowing i just needed to get them to dickey's and they'd ride. so after some "negotiating" i got the fellas to come out: stu, joe, b, jeff. finally! it was a good turnout, but not crazy...because of the weather. all of the majors are sporting crazy-sick bikes! colnagos and titanium and carbon aplenty! (flop, you betta get something nicer than that dusty-ass zullo if you want to represent). whilst getting ready, the skies opened up, we were bumming, then the skies calmed down and even got a little sunny. the fellas all started getting happy and committed to ride. that made for a fairly uneventful departure...except for the wind. oh, the wind...from the south...made for a rough day in the saddle. walter had a bit of trepidation about his knee holding up in the wind, but planned on rolling smartly, spinning, and letting things settle down. so we head out of town...the group is all raggedy...slow, fast, slow, fast...guys are getting pissed. despite stu's warnings that it's "too early" to go hard, manny cant take it any more, ups the ante about 10 miles outside of town...IT'S ON! guys start jumping, gaps opening and closing...and some start cracking under the pressure, of which joe was one. not wanting his brother to ride solo, stuart sat up and waited for him. wind be damned, the remainder of the fellas rolled down the road in hectic fashion with coolie, ken, and manny driving the bus. about 40 miles out, b had a bit of a rough patch...but hung in nicely. jeff, a relative newbie, hung in nicely and did his turns. amazingly, walter's knee held up fine. short stop in chili to regroup at the little store. some guys hopped out of the SAG, having gotten in early on due to mechanicals or the wind. some of the majors burned a chip to refuel in their own special way. we got some drink and eat...and waited too long. the weather turned bleak (it's been dry up to this point) and after rolling out, the skies opened up with sheets of rain. the group was split as we rolled out...coolie and ken driving a bunch about 1/4 mile up the road...and the rest behind. walter, seeing the chance for a legendary exploit, jumps on his own in the downpour to close the gap...gets w/in 200meters...and cant get any closer...coolie and ken have flown. still, walter keeps the pressure on, with manny and andy (aka mini-me) rolling up for support. up and down the hills we roll, trading pulls and killin' people that get in our way, fighting thru the driving rain. EPIC! we never did close down the front group, but we got REAL close. perhaps a handful of seconds behind. coolie and ken are strong - espeicially coolie. now we setup shop @ wendys in waverly. once again, the majors burn da chips. some others get their snack on...everyone takes like 5 pisses a piece. incredibly, b rolls up in the sag, having bailed on riding in the rain...apparently not wanting his make-up to run. jeff rolls up after an epic ride on his own in the deluge. stuart and joe, having ridden 70 miles in an out-and-back loop, roll up in the car to see how the ride has progressed. once again, we farted around too much and the weather starts looking grim (it stopped raining when we got to waverly). so now the legs are a little cooked, and we head out. b, having seen a guy in a hand-cart, sans legs and one hand, toughing it out in the previous rain storm has opted to ride it out to p-town to preserve what little of his manhood remains. we got a nice little group: b, manny, mini-me, jeff, and walter - we roll strong, but smart...as the sky starts falling again. big time. after riding thru one particularly bleak stretch, we look back and the skies we just rode out from under are dark - noone should be riding in these conditions! now we're riding strong...trading pulls and passing suckas "on da left!" jeff pops off the back and rides smartly at his own pace. we tell him later that he's ridden this TOSRV proudly...doing his turns, closing gaps, in brutal conditions...no reason to feel bad about that! during this bit between waverly and p-town, we stop to relieve ourselves at least a dozen times it seems. everyone is waterlogged! we roll on...coming into p-town, mini-me opens a nice little gap then b sneaks up on him, rolling strong. walter tries to close them down but gets no closer than 50 yards. we're looking for the old rusty bridge to signify the end of the ride, but there's nothing! apparently it fell into the scioto river (psyche!) and they replaced it with a fancy new bridge (true). triumphantly, and relieved, we roll into p-town, crack open some beers and celebrate our accomplishment! mini-me takes the time to "have a relationship" with a 14 year old local. nice. now we head to the church to get our gear, stop to pee like 5 times, and head to the hotel to clean up. we have like 20 bikes on the van, and a bunch of smelly fellas inside. off to the hotel, and even we had to do a "block turn" on the freeway after missing our exit! check into the hotel, go to the rooms, and our shit is filthy. dirt and road grime in every crack and crevice! after cleanup, we head over to FRED's for some down-home vittles. we look at the menu and say "we'll have one of everything". after dining, we check the weather reports @ the hotel, and the radar and forecasts all call for another day of brutal weather: serious tornadoes and brutal rain all day. having had enough, we make arrangements w/ stuart for a team SAG back to columbus. i, for one, was in no condition for day-2...sore knees and bad saddle sores. not wanting any sort of injury, the SAG was the way to go. the next morning, dickie pate calls us out "we want a piece of you!" but it'll have to wait for next year. and as b recalled, i believe we left his butt behind as we rolled into p-town! ;-) fellas, this was a TOSRV for the archives...truly EPIC! everyone betta get training for TOSRV '04...'cause the faze crew is back, on a regular basis! walter