When I used to think of Idaho, two things would automatically come to mind… potatoes and Napoleon Dynamite. Now that I have actually been to Idaho, I will think of Rally Idaho and the beautiful mountains and immaculate roads where the race took place. (As well as potatoes and Napoleon Dynamite)
Brian has raced his fair share of rallies, but never on a motorcycle. He was particularly nervous about being able to read the stage notes while simultaneously bombing down the dirt roads at high speeds, but his nervousness abandoned him when he decided to omit the notes altogether and just go with the flow of the road. He ended up taking second place, which is a pretty promising starting point for his latest racing endeavor.
I never would have guessed, but we had a great time in Idaho… great people, great mountains, great race!