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The one thing Rusty is good at is keeping the locals entertained. "That Rusty, he crazy, mon." Up here in the States setting up a race thru the center of a community would bring the police and a restraining order but in Jamaica it's a reason to party. Come to think of it, it did bring the police; a cop was our official starter. The race was run as a dual elimination event and as luck would have it Alan went off against Zerial. Zerial is the local hotshoe. Think Justin's speed with Kelly's level of fear. Zerial is why Rusty is trying to raise money for a Jamaican Olympic team. Think of Alan spun out in his 2:1 gearing. Btw, there were two folks from the jersey (the JARHEDS or whoever) club there. Anyway, one of them, Pauline, being the only girl in the DH became the wildcard and ended up in the semifinals. I had managed to survive until the semi's mostly due to the Voodoo loving to go fast and the 40/16 gearing I snuck on when no one was looking. They drew our names from a hat to match us and Rusty pulled Pauline while Zerial and I lined up. I must say my man took off like a most serious young man. I had played around with a couple lines on the previous runs and decided that straight down the freaking hill was the fastest. I somehow managed to pass him on the pedaling section and was just a pedlin' my ass off down the steep chute and around the final turn. To my total disbelief, I'm about to cross the finish line when I see his front wheel come around the side of me. I try to sprint but realize I'm already spinning faster than balls and then we're at the finish and I'm 8 inches short. Rusty and Zerial went off for the final and it was an almost dead repeat of my run (except rumor has it that Rusty jumped the start-what's that saying about old and sneaky beating the young and talented?

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