I should probably start this more grammatically correct but I can't so on I go. This year's Scoot and Shoot by the Red Knights was just great. I'll start from there. For those of you who might not know or remember the event involves riding around a route by following a direction sheet, stopping at checkpoints and performing skill tasks like horseshoe toss, Dice toss and Corn Hole toss among others. I could go on and say I did each of them with skill and precision but I won't lie to you. I just do the best I can. What I really love about the event is that you have to do the ride by following a route sheet, not playing Follow the Leader in a huge parade. 

I have done this event for three years now and a lot of the route is the same with a couple of additions on perfectly good roads. I decided to take the 250cc Honda Nighthawk as it's good enough to handle anything and light enough to make riding it a breeze. I ran through the first three checkpoints in a brief amount of time but when I got to the fourth checkpoint I had a problem. I looked where I thought I had placed the sheet keeping track of my scores and it wasn't there. I felt I must have left it at checkpoint three and since I had a time crunch, I passed on turning back.  From there I just plotted a nice route to the finish in my head so I could let them know why I didn't run through all the checks. 

Now here is where it gets embarrassing. After checking in at the finish I returned home and began to remove the wrist band to identify I had registered for the event. I also went into my pockets to get rid of the slips of paper with route directions that you were given at each checkpoint to get you to the next checkpoint. Lo and behold there was my scoresheet in my pocket. Dumb, dumb, dumb. I had stuffed it there without thinking and thought it was lost. No worries. I had a great riding day, wasn't going to win anyway and had contributed to a great cause. 

Now the downside. The event only had 29 registered attendees. They do a fabulous job preparing for this event. The route is always scenic and uses excellent roads. The games are always a hoot even for a duffer like me. They put out a fine spread of food at the end and it causes a relaxing end of the ride. Sadly, another group had a riding event about fifteen miles away that might have pulled people to it. An event I usually do but passed on to attend this one since the other event had moved their usual date a month sooner and landed on top of this one.

Well done to the Red Knights. I hope to attend this one next year and not lose my scoresheet to my pockets again. It left me smiling still the same.