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    Pelland update

    Just received an enthusiastic voice mail from Paul chockfull 'o good news.

    Heading to the Keys, then the Outer Banks, and he's currently in first place. Really happy for him!

    On a side note Bob Lyskowski hit a car on I95 and had to be taken to the hospital in an ambulance, Paul and Rob stopped and said he seemed alright but had a fair amount of road rash, Bob unfortunately wears a half helmet and jeans usually, thats what happens, at least he had a Stitch jacket on.

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    Talked to Rob and Paul, both went for the Key West bonus but are plannig different routes of attack heading Rob will be getting a sleep bonus tonight and plans to keep plugging along tomorrow. Word on Bob L is that he will be fine, that is great news, Bob is a great guy, just wish he wore more gear when he rode.

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    Bob Lyskowski

    Report from the road:

    I just got off the phone with Rob Nye who called to give me an update on Bob Lyskowski. Yesterday heading down the interstate in Florida Bob was travelling in the left lane in traffic. Further up the road there was an accident and traffic came to a halt. Bob realized that he probably wouldn't be able to stop without hitting the car in front of him so he saw a hole to his right that went straight to the shoulder and he went for it. Unfortunately the left side of his fairing grazed the right rear of the car that was in the right lane and caused enough of a wobble that put him down.

    Bob has some road rash but otherwise okay, he even said to Rob that he wishes he could find a bike to finish the rally.

    Good luck Bob

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    From Greg Roberts:

    Just got off of the phone with Joe Colquitt, who is riding an R1150GS. He
    is just outside Bristol, TN, heading north.

    Following a re-wiring of Joe's accessories by John Harrison at the Florida
    checkpoint Joe once again has use of his two GPSs, CB radio, driving lights
    and XM radio. He said it makes it MUCH easier to find some of the locations
    with the GPS.

    After a couple of rough legs (new helmet lost the chinbar & visor hours into
    the rally, loss of all electrical accessories a few hours later, loss of
    driver's license in Las Vegas (dropped it and didn't notice it was gone) &
    loss of the top of his water bottle) Joe has decided he's going to cherry
    pick on the third leg, going after just the higher valued bonuses.

    He is in good spirits, the bike is running well and he's having a good ride.

    After getting to the Florida checkpoint about 4 hours later than planned due
    to heavy fog and no aux lamps, he said he intends to get to Maine in plenty
    of time to catch some rest before the final leg.

    Greg Roberts
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    Dave Swider
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    Pirate John took these at the FL checkpoint. Rob's bike is looking pretty well thrashed.

    [I]This is the side he went down on. The passenger peg has been appropriated for the rider peg. The big ol' Hella is gone. The top light gets adjusted with a pair of Channeloks.


    Ugly, but effective.

    Dahs eeet bozzer yoo zat I am weenking at yeoo?

    Do you think the folks that loaned him the tablet are going to be mad about the grind mark?
    Dave Swider
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    Higdon's Iron Butt Report - Day 5

    Forwarded by Don Graling:

    >Subject: Iron Butt Rally: Day 5
    >Washington, D.C.
    >August 16, 2003
    >Day 5
    >The Florida Checkpoint
    > On the day after Paul Pelland learned that he had won a
    > protracted, bitter, legal battle, he found himself in first place at the
    > Lake City, Florida checkpoint of the Iron Butt Rally. Two years ago he
    > dragged a Ural motorcycle in the Hopeless Class around the country,
    > surviving disasters by brute force on an almost daily basis. He finished
    > so low in the standings that it took miners to find him. This year he's
    > on a BMW R1100RT and has better than a 2,100-point lead over Eric Jewell
    > and Rick Sauter. Still, the scoreboard isn't quite as simple as it looks.
    > The 110 riders who left the first checkpoint in Nevada split into
    > two groups: 77 headed for Florida and 33 aimed for southern
    > California. The latter group split again with 22 riders going to Florida
    > and 11 chugging toward Canada. The pack of 22 now occupies 20 of the
    > first 21 positions in the standings. Todd Witte, at 20th place and the
    > highest ranked of the blue pill brigade, is 120 points ahead of Homer
    > Krout, the lowest ranked of the red pills. This was almost exactly the
    > scoring breakdown that Mike Kneebone and rallymaster Lisa Landry had
    > predicted in Nevada.
    > All this ignores, however, the 11 riders who departed southern
    > California for the Great White North. We are fairly certain that they
    > have all reached Bella Coola, British Columbia or Goose Bay,
    > Labrador. If they arrive at the Maine checkpoint on time, they will
    > immediately take over the top positions, irrespective of what any of the
    > riders in Florida may accomplish on their next leg. At that point only
    > the final run back to Missoula will remain.
    > Virginia's Leon Begeman, 24th overall, apparently is insulted
    > that his 250cc Kawasaki Ninja, the smallest machine in the rally, is
    > assigned to the Hopeless Class. As usual, he is running like a man
    > possessed. Tonight he stands 42 places ahead of Paul Meredith's 750cc
    > Suzuki water buffalo. Sure, Meredith's two-stroke bike is ancient and
    > struggles to get even 20 mpg, so maybe that's not a fair fight. But
    > Begeman takes on motors with five times his displacement --- BMW K1200LTs
    > and 1,800cc Gold Wings --- and chews them to pieces as well. If you put
    > him on an armadillo, he might lose a few places, but he'd still be
    > scratching his way down the road.
    > Sparky Kesseler, the terror of the bristlecone forest, parked his
    > replacement bike at the checkpoint, was awarded 2,000 points for making
    > it to Florida without incinerating anything along the way, and remains
    > firmly in control of 117th (and last) place with a total score of -8,000
    > points. This afternoon, however, he picked up some competition. Bob
    > Wooldrige's '64 BMW R69S, having had alternator replacement surgery two
    > nights ago at Craig Vechorik's vintage BMW factory in Sturgis,
    > Mississippi, has eaten a valve. Wooldrige grabbed a newer BMW, will take
    > a 10,000-point hit in Maine, and soon should challenge Sparky to see who
    > can crawl out of the negative number territory first. My bet is on
    > Sparky; he'll torch Wooldrige's bike the first chance he gets.
    > The ride west to Lake City was not completely uneventful. John
    > Langan hit a deer but was able to continue. Jerry Harris, coming down
    > from the top of Mt. Evans in Colorado, was smacked by a mud slide. For a
    > moment he thought he would skip through. He didn't. The right side of
    > his BMW K1100LT looks as if it was scraped by a train, but it's still
    > running somehow.
    > Great Britain's Steve Eversfield ran into a nightmare while
    > attempting to pick up a valuable bonus in Silverton, Colorado. He was on
    > U.S. 550, The Million Dollar Highway, one of the most picturesque roads
    > in the West. Southbound from Ouray it rises straight up and over a
    > couple of 10,000' passes. On a clear day you can almost see Argentina.
    > Eversfield, however, wasn't having a clear day; he was having a
    > black, fearsome night. He was reminded of the terrifying Bald Mountain
    > scenes from "Fantasia," a movie that has sent two generations of children
    > from playgrounds to psychiatrists. Lightning smashed into the hills all
    > around his elevation, raising the hairs on the back of his neck. Unable
    > to see through his rain-swept visor, he raised it. That was worse. In
    > the Rocky Mountains that awful night he was practically the tallest thing
    > around. He was also on top of a 700-pound block of metal. Eversfield
    > was feeling peckish.
    > A mud slide had wrecked Jerry Harris' day; a mud slide now saved
    > Steve Eversfield's night. As he rounded a corner, he saw that the
    > highway ahead had been completed washed away. He was the first vehicle
    > southbound to encounter it. Disappointed was he? Not a bit of it,
    > mate. He jumped off the bike, draped his identification towel on the
    > rocks that covered the road, and snapped a photo. Because of an act of
    > vengeful Nature, Eversfield would be able to claim the Silverton bonus
    > without actually having to go there. Better still, he could turn around,
    > get off that hateful mountain, and look for a quiet place to dry out and
    > stop shaking.
    > All's well that ends well, right? Sometimes, but not for
    > Eversfield. His Silverton bonus was disallowed by the scorers when he
    > arrived in Florida.
    > "Excuse me?" he said in his best British accent, the kind of
    > sound you hear just before a Limey begins beating your head in with a
    > spanner and tyre iron. "The road was completely blocked. Other
    > motorcyclists have verified it. I followed the rules exactly."
    > "Sorry," the scorer said. "There was an alternative route to
    > Silverton."
    > "That 'alternative route' was a 300-mile loop around half the
    > state of Colorado," Eversfield protested.
    > "True," the scorer replied, "but it was available."
    > In the old TV series set in New York, "The Naked City," the
    > closing voice-over intoned darkly each week, "There are eight million
    > stories in the naked city. This has been one of them."
    > And there are eight million stories in the Iron Butt Rally. Some
    > of them are sad.
    >The Top Ten in Florida
    > 1. Paul Pelland BMW 18,517
    > 2. Eric Jewell BMW 16,391
    > 3. Rick Sauter Suzuki 16,348
    > 4. Tom Loftus Honda 15,998
    > 5. John O'Keefe BMW 15,919
    > 5. Jeff Earls BMW 15,919
    > 7. Jim Owen BMW 15,903
    > 8. Jeff Fisher BMW 15,842
    > 9. Heinz Kugler BMW 15,751
    > 10. Eddie James BMW 15,010
    >Bob Higdon
    Dave Swider
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    Rob Lysowski

    We talked to Rob today and went by the hospital to drop off his belongings (he couln't believe so much fit in the bike) anyway other than some roadrash and stiffness he is feeling good.
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    Scratch and dent K11LT


    A little 1200 paper and the whole thing will be as good as new, won't it?

    Send the tablet back to Dell - Warranty! It ddin't hold up to the everyday thrashing of the RI gorilla.

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    Higdon Report - Day 6

    Portland, Maine
    August 17, 2003
    Day 6

    Reports from the Frozen North

    Trying to retrieve accurate information from the 11 red pill riders who
    left for Canada during the second leg of the rally last Wednesday has been
    harder than going ten rounds against a kangaroo. But we do hear rumors and
    naturally have no hesitancy about repeating them. One of the best ones
    starts with the night that Paul Taylor was almost shot while trying to
    knock down the door of a house in British Columbia.
    It was a dark and stormy night --- well, dark at least --- and Taylor was
    hustling toward the bonus in Bella Coola, British Columbia. Two riders
    passed him. That was irritating, for Paul is one of those rare riders who
    has finished not only the IBR in the top ten (twice) but lived through Greg
    Frazier's vicious, invitation-only Big Dog Rally in the Rockies. He
    doesn't enjoy being overtaken by anyone.
    As he began preparing for a counterattack, the alternator light on his
    BMW's R1150GS started glowing. He continued to ride, draining the battery
    and looking for help. He noticed a bed-and-breakfast and turned down the
    driveway. It was 2:00 a.m. He banged on the door. Nothing. More
    banging. More nothing.
    Now if your alternator is dying, you might try changing the belt,
    right? And you always carry a spare belt with you, huh? Of course you
    do. So does Paul. So he started taking his bike apart to dig out the
    alternator only to discover that a socket he needed to handle the job was
    at home in Virginia.
    Back to the front door he goes for more banging. After a while, he
    notices that a woman is aiming a rifle at him from a basement window. She
    has evidently called a neighbor to protect her from this deranged
    motorcyclist, because Paul sees the headlights of a pick-up truck coming
    down the driveway. With the way his night has been going, the driver will
    probably be carrying a 50mm cannon and a few grenades.
    Before war can break out, Paul manages to relate his story of woe. And
    while not everyone runs around at night with a 27mm socket, the neighbor
    has one in the truck and lends it to Paul. The belt is replaced and
    everyone lives happily ever after.
    Fast forward to later that morning. Peter Hoogeveen is staring at a "Road
    Closed" sign. It is barring his way to the Bella Coola bonus, just 30
    miles away. A construction crew is preparing to do some blasting and the
    road will be nailed shut for about four hours. This is not good news for
    Peter. He begins to reason with the flagger. You have to know here that
    Peter's endurance riding exploits over the years have made him something of
    a hero in Canada. Magically he is slipped past the barricade.
    What was good news for Hoogeveen was even better news for Will Outlaw who,
    at the moment Peter was being waved through, sat on the opposite end of the
    construction zone, unable to get out of Bella Coola. Apparently Peter's
    flagger radioed Outlaw's flagger and the gate suddenly opened for Outlaw
    too. When Paul Taylor, later held up for hours on the far side of the
    barrier, found out what Hoogeveen had done, his eyes rolled up in his
    head. And while gates do occasionally open for a favorite Canadian son,
    they rarely do so for a Yankee who is known in British Columbia mostly for
    terrorizing little old ladies on dark, stormy nights.
    As we suspected, Alan Barbic and Dick Fish took off from California for
    Goose Bay, Labrador. The town lies at the end of hundreds of miles of
    rugged, often impassable dirt. Because Barbic was faster on pavement and
    Fish faster on dirt, they decided to split up in Nevada, figuring that
    their paths would cross later. They didn't. Barbic apparently bailed out
    at some point and headed for the Maine checkpoint. He'll be credited with
    the few bonuses he grabbed during the second leg, but without the
    2,000-point Florida checkpoint bonus, his 11th place standing in Nevada
    will drop to perhaps 80th place in Maine. In Alan's case, the red pill
    turned out to be poison.
    Fish's pill was poison squared. He aimed for Goose Bay, made it, and then
    lost his alternator on the road out. It was a shorter route than the run
    to Bella Coola, but it was harder on the bike and worth fewer points. It
    doesn't matter now; Goose Bay cooked the Fish's goose.
    Lee Myrah suffered minor injuries when his bike was blown into a ditch
    near Moose Jaw, Saskatchewan in the late afternoon yesterday. His rally is
    over. Mike Hutsal, who was riding with Myrah at the time, made sure his
    partner was all right, then continued east.
    Bob Hall, with Bella Coola behind him, was feeling great yesterday until
    his engine began sputtering near Livingston, Montana. He subsequently
    called to say that all was mysteriously well again. Leonard Roy hasn't
    been heard from in days, but he never has problems anyway. All he ever
    does is finish quietly and well. Mark Kiecker pulled away from Marty Leir
    in Chicago and caught up with Will Outlaw this afternoon in Erie,
    Pennsylvania. Kiecker laughed that they were so far ahead of schedule that
    they might take in a Red Sox game tonight in Boston.
    It thus appears that of the original Canadian 11, only Myrah and Fish
    won't make Maine tomorrow. The nine who do will be leading the rally. And
    the one of them who is the most well rested will be the favorite as the
    long, last leg back to Missoula begins.

    Reports from the Sweltering South

    Key West, the southernmost point in the continental U.S., has been a bonus
    stop on 238 of the last 11 Iron Butt Rallies. It is never, ever worth
    going to, mainly because first you have to ride more than 380 miles from
    north Florida to Miami, then survive another 160 miles from there to Key
    West. The last 105 miles are two-lanes wide. It's so hot and humid that
    you pray for rain to come along and wash your sins away. There are cops,
    deer, and blue-haired matrons to enforce snail-like speed limits. On
    Saturday night the drunks come out to play. And no matter how well you
    felt before you headed south, when you emerge from the Keys in a day or so,
    you'll be tired, boiled meat, utterly unfit for human companionship.
    So when rallymaster Lisa Landry suggested that the boys and girls run down
    to Key West from the Lake City checkpoint instead of conserving what is
    left of their energy for the final run to Missoula, at least a couple of
    dozen of them said, "Let's do it!" Those were the last words that Gary
    Gilmore said some years back, just before Utah state prison execution squad
    put six bullets through his heart.
    Thirty-seven riders who were thinking a little more clearly left Lake City
    and took the saner route up to Iron Butt veteran Eric Faires' house near
    Knoxville, Tennessee for a bonus that paid the rider to sleep for a
    while. On the way north they will be picking up bonuses that are worth
    more than what they lost by skipping Key West.
    In tonight's down-and-out report, Bob Lyskowski was involved in a
    multi-vehicle wreck yesterday near Gainesville, Florida on his way to Key
    West. He sustained what are believed to be minor injuries. Although his
    bike may be rideable, Bob has decided to withdraw. Don Speck's Harley was
    totalled when, on his way back from Key West, a van in front of him
    suddenly slammed on its brakes on a bridge near St. Augustine. Speck's
    rear-end slid out with predictable results. He is unhurt but has retired
    from the rally.
    Finally, in a bulletin from the Hopeless Class, we can confirm that Mike
    Grosche, whose '80 Suzuki GS750 has suffered fuel starvation problems from
    the start as well as two flat tires, not only missed the Florida checkpoint
    but blew out a head gasket along the way. He is somehow up and running
    again. If he doesn't make the checkpoint in Maine tomorrow afternoon, he's
    out of the rally. We can only hope that he doesn't decide to go to Key
    West first.

    Bob Higdon
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    Don Speck, Billings, Montana's own native son, on a brand-new Harley. Oh well. Nice try.

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    Iron Butt o3 Maine pictures

    Hers some Pics I took this afternoon in Maine I am not sure of names. If you see someone you know please leave a comment.

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    This is Marcia?

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    Rob Report for today, the 18th.

    Rob wound up riding a good chunk of the trip north with Paul Pelland. Paul was leading the blue pill people and is now in 8th or 9th spot after the arrival of the red pill folks in Maine. Great rider. Lousy dresser.

    Rob took the shot to Key West, which even he says was a rookie mistake. Lots of miles, not much bonus payout. But hey, it was a nice ride.

    Anyway, they met in the Carolinas somewhere when they both came across the guy on the HD that went down. From there, they've been talking and whatnot and keeping each other on the move. The finally called it quits last night in Maryland and slept for a couple hours behind a rest area. They were in and out of NYC this morning collecting bonus points and split up after they left the city.

    Here's hwo it stood in Gorham, ME. Irene Boettcher took these pictures and has nicely provided them.

    Crusty K11LT

    Fix those lights.

    Voni's bike. I wonder if the bike is sMiling?

    I need to get one of these. A tablet PC on my tankbag. Yeah. That's what I need......

    The truckers are taking some interest in this event as well. They've got CBs and a bunch of the riders have CBs, so they wind up talking to each other.

    Rob was asked a few times last night what was going on with all the bikes. He told them and the truckers kind of dug it. What the IBR guys are doing is what these guys do for a living. Ride more miles safely and with good bookkeeping and you make a pile of money. Or win an IBR. Or finish an IBR.

    Anyway, some of them have been taking note of the gizmos attached to the bikes and realize that these guys are serious. One of the truckers and Rob were talking about what they're using for navigation systems. Rob told the driver what was installed on the LT and the trucker responded that he had a similar setup and that the GPS base map had been modified to show only roads that he could drive down legally with his truck.

    Max's BMW in Portsmouth, NH took good care of Rob today and he wanted to send them some props. They hung some fresh tires on his bike, got him a shower and let him sleep on their lawn for a while. I thought getting free donuts was pretty sweet.....

    OK, here's Rob after a week on the Iron Butt:

    And here's me after 860 miles:

    ...and that's why I'm here typing this stuff and he's out there riding around the country.
    Dave Swider
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    the Iron Butt Rally- Gorham checkpoint

    For a full pictoral of Paul Pelland's castoff Iron Butt ensembles,
    see his website and click on IBR Clothing Drive... way too funny!
    Avoid the Scratch 'n Sniff section, though...

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    Paul Glaves' K75FT at Reynold's in Gorham. "well, RT was taken, and so was LT, so this one is FT. Farm Truck."
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