In the opening miles, I braced for the bumps, soon to realize that there was no need. The truck rhythmically soaked up small whoops and deep holes alike, delivering a confident, secure feeling. By this stage of the race the field had thinned, a few having finished, many having dropped out. We moseyed past Norman Turley's Class 7S Ranger in the lap's closing miles. Lap 7 was over too soon. I thoroughly enjoyed codriving, but the driver's seat is calling my name. Now more than ever, I've gotta finish building my Ranger (Project TrailRunner).