Picked up my buddy ... and then there were two.
It was great having someone to go with. The drive is long and boring. My buddy Jeff is not new to bikes, but is new to off-road and new to racing also.
We get to Brushy Mountain and the place is packed. We can't even get to the main parking lot due to it already being full of RV's and toy haulers. The lady at the gate directed us into the camp ground a few hundred hards away were we set up shop:
We end up pitting beside some acquaintances we met at the Devil's Ridge race. Even after only having done about 5 races total, I'm already making lots of friends and recognizing a lot of the folks there. It's a pretty small community where it seems everyone knows everyone else. Turns out there would be about 180 riders in our afternoon race and nearly that many in the morning Pro/AA race. That's a lot of people, and most seem like great people and would do anything for you if you needed a part or something, many would just give it to you without asking anything in return.