Drunk Willy was flying like the wind on his Mongoose 900. He was on record pace, almost out of site and nothing was going to stop him - not even the resort guard shack (check point). I could only see a a small glare in the distance and all I could hear was the sound of grinding chain, flying rocks and a loud rough yell - Room 3010 (ta-dow)!

Was it the beer? Was it the heat? Was it all the peddling? All I can say is there wasn't much teetering going on this day.....the line had been crossed.
Stay Tuned for another episode of "Wild On! With Willy".
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