Somehow the first write up slipped through my fingers, for those of you who read it here is something fresh, for those of you who didn't i apologize for the buttery digits, pros like that spawn from inspiration which comes but once in a lifetime, so i will do my best to include those tidbits that are of interest once again.
Count them on your fingers my friends, ten fools ready to lay it on the chopping block for Chinese glory.  They rode, they ripped, they shredded Gross Anatomy at velocities which brought tears to the eyes and put fire in the pads.  It was a lovely day for a ride, the rain abetted, and after a bit of practice all were ready to get the show moving.  As the clock struck high noon the stage was set.  Two lines sat parallel in the dirt.  In one stood the riders, crouched, prepared, silent, twitching in anticipation.  The other line was composed of their mechanized counterparts, lying lifeless on the ground like marionettes awaiting their puppeteers.  As the starter's voice resonated through the clearing the riders spun on their heels, guns drawn, and ready for battle.  Within seconds the clearing stood empty and silent, the excitement over for those who witnessed the twisted beginning, yet the action had only begun for the riders as they sprinted down the road jockeying for position.  The hole shot was won by Greg Newkirk whose fine footwork had him onto his bike and away while others were straining to get rolling.  Next off was Justin Graves with Sean Tetrault close in tow.  As Graves fiddled with his kit the tables turned "the turning point...  when I showed you (Graves) my right shoulder,  Greg was off like a rocket, but hit a slick log and slight fumble for the man, I saw a window." related Sean.  So it was Mr. T leading the pack to the bottom followed closely by Greg.  Brian Hapgood closed the gap on Graves only to witness him disintegrate in a steep section, giving him the opportunity to claim third.  Graves rolled in fourth, followed By Dave Richmond rounding out the top five.  As the dust settled it was clear that the Teasle had dominated and claimed his first ever Chinese crown.  Robbie Rhall provided the days hair raising moment as he was witnessed blowing a corner, skidding out of control, boosting a boulder, and flying over the edge of the same cliff which had nearly claimed Curtis a year before.  Luckily a bramble bush caught the young lad, but unfortunately the boulder that gave him such stylish pop tweaked his brand new junior T beyond repair.  After it was all said and done the posse sat around in a daze wondering what they had just subjected themselves to, luckily a brief on sight multimedia presentation confirmed that it had not been just a dream.

Results
1st - Sean Tetrault
2nd - Greg Newkirk
3rd - Brian Hapgood
4th - Justin Graves
5th - Dave Richmond
6th - Cutis Lonn
7th - Justin ?
8th - Amos Pole
9th - Robbie Rhall
10th - Kevin ?