Sadly, I have no pictures of the actual race since, well, I was busy winning. Only five people (Havoc, Charles Clinton, Ian, Mick, and I) were brave enough to race. I got a *very* slow start, since I didn't realize that the green flag could go down as soon as everyone gridded, so I was caught with my metaphorical pants down around 3000 RPM when the flag waved. Despite my poor start, I ended up in third into turn one. A few laps later, I managed to pull past Havoc with a better line onto the straight (it helped that he was crippled with a flaky engine). Some hard riding and I caught up to Mick, then had a really scary moment as I left braking until too late at the end of the straight, and locked up the front wheel on the wet track. Imagine me, front wheel akimbo, flailing down the track with both my feet on the ground as outriggers... Somehow I rescued it without going down and only lost about a second on Mick. A few laps later I managed to get by Mick coming onto the straight, and a few laps after that I had a quarter lap lead. I almost threw it all away again doing the sliding W at the end of the straight, and kicked myself a few dozen times mentally for pushing it when I had the lead. I managed to take the checkered flag with about half a lap on Mick.
Charles had pulled out early with a seized engine (after all time in the snow getting it running - such a shame). Near the end Havoc was dicing with Mick, pushing for second. On my victory lap (we do get a victory lap, right?), I got to see the outcome of a little contact racing - Havoc went down just three turns from the end of the race. He got back up quickly, and got over the line just behind Mick and Ian.