Yep – here’s one bleary-eyed back story of the volunteer life on the soon to be even more infamous Reiter Rock Crawl – the Timber Tamer crown jewel of organized motorized mayhem at Reiter Tails.
For me and Auto-M – even for early risers – the 4 AM alarm was alarmingly unwelcome. It was still dark for heaven’s sake! The bed had just reached maximum comfiness (my brain was reminding me.) It tried to lull into the posture of just 1 snooze alarm. It wouldn’t make any difference, would it? Except – I knew that siren song would lead to tragedy. At the least – not getting the coffee turned on in time. Or – just showing up late altogether. And we couldn’t let Casey down – as given her usual sleep schedule – our pain was miniscule compared to hers.