Last week I raced in the National H&H in Lucerne, California. This was only my second race doing the full two loops, my first four races I was a 1 looper. The course was two 40 mile loops for an 80 mile total. The bomb run was aprox. 2 miles long and very smooth and fast with speeds reaching mach 1 if you had the nuts to keep the throttle pinned. The first loop was pretty fun and fast, not too much technical stuff. I finished the first loop feeling pretty fresh and pitted for gas and new goggles. Desert MC has a reputation for putting on a very technical hard race, so after the first loop I thought this isn't that bad. So off on the second loop I go and the course led me into the rock patch from hell, so tight and technical with six foot vertical climbs over solid rock and thru tight sand trails surrounded by huge rocks. Then into deep sand and I mean deeeeeeep sand with big rock buried under that sand. At this point I didn't need to follow the ribbon marking the course, just follow all the fluid on top on the sand from all the overheating bikes. Then it was off into the mountains to ride the goat trails with more rocks. Some nastie hillclimbs with riders scatered all over the hill after spinning out. I pointed the green 500 up the hill, picked a line and off we went right up and over. Now at this point I'm feeling pretty good about myself, I'm on top of the world with views everywhere and I just passed 10 riders on that rock hill. Then I start to think I've got to come down off this mountain range sometime. Then there it was, the nastiest National downhill I've ever seen. It must have been about a mile in length and so technical, steep, and rocky, it took all my energy away to get down it. I am now out of H2O in my drink system and my arms and legs are shot, I still have 18 miles to go. At this point I am running on desire to finish the race, with 10 miles to go I started to cramp badly in my stomach and legs, the only way I could ride is to stand up on the pegs. Try standing the last ten miles thru whoops with nothing left and cramping. I was never so happy to see that finish line, it was like heaven. But you know what, I'll do it again in three weeks when the Checkers hold their National H&H in Lucerne. Destry Abbott won the race when Ty Davis ran out of gas within site of the finish line, I heard those guys put on quite a run to the finish. Those top riders just flat haul a$$ in the desert, rumors had it that Ty forgot to put his petcock on reserve on the 426 and thats when Abbott caught him. If your ever looking for a cool road trip, come to California and race a National, Saturday's a party and Sunday is race day.