The big mother-Whaka

Off to Vegas tomorrow for the Whaka 100 (say the 'wh' like an 'f'). God will be my co-pilot, and Ratas and Clare are also along for the ride. Well, Clare will be doing the cooking and cleaning, according to Ratas. It's going to be a big, long, painful day on some of the best trails in the country, but somehow I think the enjoyment factor might be overshadowed by basic survival instincts. Hopefully I'll look a bit better than this at the end.... My money says I'll look worse... much, much worse.