Because I went to the EnduroCross with Dirt Rider Magazine, and was riding the event for a story, the kind people at EnduroCross granted me a wildcard spot into the main event of the evening. I wasn’t sure whether to be honored or terrified. I went with the latter after I was told the only stipulation was no matter what happened I could not finish in the top three. Once the Monster girl put the 30 second board sideways I was ready to go, thinking this was my chance to show off the skills I had learned throughout the day. When the gate dropped, I spun the rear tire as the rest of the pack thundered toward the first turn. By the time I got there, everyone was piled up on the inside of the turn so I found a clear outside line to go over the first log. Only problem was I didn’t make it over the first log and found myself high centered. I rolled back and took a second run at it, clearing it with ease. What ensued over the next four laps (the leaders did 5 but I got lapped) was a complete how-to on what not to do in front of thousands of people. I proceeded to get stuck not once, but twice in the Matrix, locked up the front wheel on the dusty concrete and almost low sided, stalled in the split logs, went careening through the tires almost taking out a flagger, and whisky throttled off the finish line jump landing on flat ground just in time to slam into the next log.