When my dad told me about a 12hr mini race at OHR my soul did a backflip in my heart. My son, Steven, has been racing in the NMRDC desert racing series and finally is of age to pilot a heavyweight mini. He is ready and Dad was interested, Three generations on the same team. I ran out and got an older ninja 250 and started the process.....Dad told me to check the website. I am not a computer kind of a guy. I don't look at this everyday. Man, if all of this turns out to be the way it all goes down, and we don't ever get the oppurtunity to go there again, a small piece of me will be gone forever. I know that there are others that this cuts just as deeply. For everyone of me I am sure there are many who believe that we will be better off without that damn dangerous gravel road paved over red dirt in the middle of nowhere, ((if i were you I wouldn't say that out loud in front of me),I have never been known for my diplomacy). I have gone there since birth, as have both of my siblings and my children. I know that Walter and Daryl did all that could be done for now, But PLEASE, don't give up. Take what you can get. It's too important. See if we could at least get a goodbye event or something. I appreciate all that you have done so far to try to save our use of the place. I am still going through the process. Drilling and safteywiring. But, my food doesn't taste as good and I feel like I lost something but i'm not quite sure what it is. I need an insense that smells like east texas dew and burning bean oil.
Robert Brothers.