What will Thursday bring?

Rain? Mud? Will the Christamas lights work? Will Kuklis crash? Will Plunkett puke? Will Ryan wear a wife beater? Will Dan expose himself? Will the local IronWoman show up to contest the only "race" that really matters? Will Duke finally find his soul-mate? Will the el Camino sway like a rusty barge anchored in a sea of spectators? Will Yozell double and make us all look like jack-asses dragging our bike around the yard, again?

The suspense, the humanity.... the shame....

Overheard at a Wednesday evening social function:

"I'm actually truly terrified. I've only ridden the course once and that was by myself in the daytime."--JK, admitting his fear of his 2008 FSX debut

"You know that spot where the shortcut meets the regular course? There is a whole lot of burping that happens right there."--Xine, observing the after-effects of the PBR chug

"Yeah those guys must be off their game. I was really surprised how many people I beat out of the PBR tent at the beginning of the second race."--Matt A., relishing that Ryan and Kuklis haven't quite figured out the Pounder influence