We salute you, Mr. Racer that can hold it down an entire 30+2 (well, 30+1 in this case) in the hot sun of New York. Hitting those square edge bumps with no fear and screwing u harder than anyone else out there. Twisting the bung and letting it all hang out for the Budweiser drinking 2-stroke fan boys and then crossing the line at the same time as the red plate holder and claiming that win like a champ. Did you win this race? Technically no. Did you win the race of life? Yes. We salute you, Mr Burkeen.