Obviously I saddled a poor broken-down plow horse thinking it was a thoroughbred. D.I.'s mount is showing us what a JATO-assist can do with a horse on wheels. All the horses behind are not only getting beaten badly, but are also getting cooked by the JATO exhaust.
I have dismounted SRTY in the hopes that without my extra weight it can sprint on to overtake D.I.'s horse. Actually I put a 6% trailing stop loss on it because I have other stuff to do today and the stop got hit @ 25.1 before I even got my shower and out the door.
Howard: It'll take another week to break down the mine and put the mountain back in shape...Make 'er appear like she was before we came...We've wounded this mountain and it's our duty to close her wounds. It's the least we can do to show our gratitude for all the wealth she's given us. If you guys don't want to help me, I'll do it alone. Curtin: You talk about that mountain like it was a real woman! Dobbs: She's been a lot better to me than any woman I ever knew!
The three put their sacks of gold in hides, and load them onto the backs of the burros. Each man is to be responsible for his own burro and goods. As they start down off the mountain, Howard is the first to express a grateful farewell, waving affectionately back:
What a week.... D.I. Wins by a 100 yards, yclept gets SBS by two lengths. Farther back in the dust, Burger and jarhead at least stayed in the race. Everyone else a clear loser. D.I. in lead for "Horse of the Year", it is somewhat doubtful if this can be beaten. But, records are made to be exceeded, someday.