As the green banner waved, the loud rumble began. Unfortunately, my foot slipped off the kick starter half way through the stroke and I didn't get that initial jump, but luckily I had "the button" on my KTM 530 XCR to keep me from kicking a second time. By the end of the first mile, I was in third overall behind Brabec with Argubright leading. There was hardly a breeze so it made passing pretty tough. As the course winded through the rolling rocky hills, Brabec and I crossed the railroad tracks at TeagleWash. We got a little off course just left of the ribbon. We diced back and forth a few times looking for some markings. As I looked ahead, I could see Argubright's dust heading to the right and low and behold out of the corner of my eye, I saw some day glows (course marking cards). Immediately I sprinted in that direction, taking a quick look back, and I could see Nick Burson in hot pursuit as I was intercepting the course. The target was set with no dust to hold me back. All I could do was focus on Argubright, who was leading the way. In the next 10 miles the dust was thickening, meaning I was getting closer to him. As I approached the last checkpoint before pit row, I could see Argubright exiting the check shoot. Over the next few rolling rises, he was pulled over shuffling through his fanny pack. Did he run out of gas? Or maybe he broke down? Numerous scenarios raced through my mind, but all I could come up with was this was my chance to put the hammer down. I knew with Burson hot on my tail and lap traffic approaching while coming upon the second loop, this would be my opportunity to gain some ground.