Its taking over my thoughts and mind like a out of control virus. 41 days untill the race day and all ready my bike that i would normally be hariscrambling on this weekend is in pieces. I have been ordering up parts at work at a rate that left my paycheck charged down to three dollers and seventy cents. As i sit in bed at night I replay the 156 turns over and over in my head. I am having a brand new aarrrgh head ported and let me tell you I feel like a little kid before christmas. only three weeks until a weekend of early practice on the mountain.