OK. You know I won’t go away on this. No, bunnyman, Iditarod is not a porno tell-all.
Here is the leading Musher, at this point, Ramy Brooks. His bio appears below. He’s got creds. Below his creds are some new pictures.
Ramy Brooks, 36, was born in Alaska. Dog mushing is his Athabascan and Yupik ancestry. Ramy’s great grandfather, Arthur Wright, was an Athabascan interpreter for Hudson Stuck, the Archdeacon of the Yukon, as they traveled around Alaska by dog sled for the Episcopal Church. Ramy’s grandfather, Gareth Wright, won two North American Championships and three Fur Rendezvous World Championships. Ramy’s mother, Roxy Wright, is one of the most respected sprint mushing champions, winning numerous North American Championships and Fur Rendezvous World Championships. Ramy continues the championship dog mushing legacy. Raised along the Yukon River, he helped train and care for the family kennel. At the age of four, he won his first dog race and by fourteen, Ramy had won each class of the Junior North American Championship races. Already a junior champion dog musher Ramy left Alaska for a few years spending time in the Navy and in college at the University of Washington, he returned to Alaska to pursue his childhood dream and continue his dog mushing career.
Here are some happy long-tongued doggies. Sorry girls, they are spoken for.
I love the race…I used to watch the race when I was a kid it was on CBS “Sports Spectacular”. on Sat and Sun…I am a big animal lover especially dogs…You want talk about " World Class Athletes", They say after racing over 1,000 miles in below zero temp in all kinds of conditions they could turn around the next day and do it all over again no problem…The food dogs eat know from all the major brands were tested on these dogs in the harsh conditions of the Iditarod…I have the most respect for these athletes they live everyday for this race…the only thing that slows them down is the human…
Last fall I was CX riding down a fire-trail, not sure of my speed…perhaps around 15-17 mph. I rode up next to a four-wheeler being pulled by a pack of his dogs. I smiled, waved as I came up beside them. I slowed a bit to check out the dogs. They could have cared less about me…but it was obvious they weren’t going to let me pass without a fight. I just slowing crept ahead and then had to stop at a crossing. I looked back at the dogs panting/licking their chops and then the guy kneeling on the four-wheeler, “Looks like they are in good shape”.
He says “Oh…they can go a bit faster when I take the brake off”
I dunno…perhaps 8 dogs pulling a four wheeler (in neutral) with the brake slightly on. Craziness I tell ya.
