Post by Yotes65 on Jul 23, 2010 11:08:11 GMT -7
Within a matter of minutes we encounter the Wind/Dust Storm after getting onto I-40 West. Going at a rate of maybe 50-60 miles an hour, we make our way down I-40 leaning to the Left approximately at a 20 to 30 degree angle just to keep it on the road. Many times I’m thinking this is not worth it, we should pull over. About ten miles into the storm, Eric passes me to take the lead or was it to speed up to get out of this crap as soon as possible. Along the way, we see a Fifth Wheeler flipped over in the median and the truck that was pulling is on the other side of the Interstate facing East. The back of the truck is torn apart as if Godzilla used a can opener on it. Semi’s were traveling down the road sideways, enough to make sure one would not attempt to pass them. As we were riding thru Winslow, I’d decided that enough was enough and I’m pulling the group over. I had no clue as to where Eric was. Almost all riders were group together, except Eric who was hopefully somewhere safe ahead and Jeff who was somewhere behind us. I’d motioned for the group to go on and find shelter and I waited for Jeff. What seemed like an eternity go by as I waited for Jeff, unmanageable thoughts went thru my head. What if Jeff went down? Is he ok? I kept thinking if I were to turn around to go looking for him, how would I see him while I would be concentrating on keeping myself & bike upright. Luckily as I was just about to take off, Jeff rolls up. What a relief! I’d motion to Jeff the direction where everyone else pulled off to seek shelter and we headed up the off ramp. I turn the corner and headed down to find the guy’s.
As I'd pulled up to the stop sign looking for the other guy’s, a lady pulls up in a truck and yells over the wind: “Your buddy just fell over”.
I responded: “What?”
She yelled back: “Your buddy was just blown over.”
First thing thru my head was “F@*$, I hope he is OK?” I’d turned around and raced back up the road. I get to the top where the Bridge & Off Ramp meet. There’s Jeff, standing over his bike looking down shaking his head. I dismount my bike and position it to where is shouldn’t get blown over from the wind. My first priority was to make sure Jeff was OK. I’d figured it couldn’t be too bad, Jeff is Standing Up. As I asked Jeff if he was hurt, I couldn’t tell if he was laughing or frustrated, but he responds that he is fine. We pick up the bike and move it to the side of the road closer to mine. Jeff said as he approached the corner, the Wind just blew him over before he could get his feet onto the ground.
We get on our bikes and head down to where the others guys were able to find some shelter at a Shell Gas Station. We lined all of our bikes along the back side of the gas station out of the path of the Direct Wind.
We all head inside the station to shake the dust off, grab something to drink and discuss what we should do next. It’s only been 20 miles since we jumped on I-40 and we had approximately another 45 to go before our next scheduled stop. The gas station attendant mentioned that he heard on the radio that they expect Wind Gust up to 90 mph in the Winslow area. We knew that the Flying J truck stop was just two miles back down the road. We decided it would be best to head over to the truck stop to grab a bite to eat and see if the storm would past or not. In the mean time, we still had no clue as to where Eric was at. We called and sent text messages to Eric to let him know where we were at. As we were getting ready to head to the truck stop, Mark said he was going to continue on looking for Eric. After a few minutes discussing it, we wished him well and said we’ll see him soon. We ask Mark to either call or text us when he reaches Flagstaff and or finds Eric. The other five of us head over to the Flying J. As we were finishing eating, I get a call from Eric. He wanted us to know that he made it to Flagstaff and the wind lightens up a bit between Winslow and Flagstaff. A few minutes later, I get a call from Mark to let us know that he is with Eric in Flagstaff. We talked about the next stop after Flagstaff would be Page. If the two of them wanted to take off, we could meet them in Page and that we would play it by ear as far as catching up with them.
The five of us soon mounted up and were off. We asked Bill to take the lead and that I would stay back with Jeff. I made sure everyone knew where the next stop was and that we would all regroup there. As we were headed down I-40, we continued to drive thru the Wind/Dust Storm. There were moments when I would lose Jeff if a Cloud of Dust. Roughly 5 to 10 miles outside of Flagstaff we exited out of the storm. What a huge freaking relief. Bill, Peter, and Alfred arrived at the Gas Station about 5-8 minutes before Jeff & I pulled up. Mark had sent a text that they were taking off for Page and he & Eric would wait there for us. The rest of us made this a quick stop for we had a lot of time to make up as well as catch the other two riders. The ride up Hwy 89 was sort of boring… No Wind, No Rain… however there were a lot of Reservation LEO’s out with folks pulled over. Not what we wanted to see. Every time I show a White Car or Truck, I would slow down. With the wind at our backs, we were in Page in no time. As we pulled into the gas station, I did not see Mark, Eric, or their bikes. Oh well, we’ll get our gas, fill out the paperwork, visit Mother Nature and then I would check my phone. Once I checked my phone we realized that they were still in town. They were at Wal-Mart shopping for warmer items.
We re-group and talk about the Lovely trip we had riding on I-40. Our bikes were so filthy from all of the dust. We talked about our next stop which should be Hurricane, UT. Within minutes we were back on the bikes heading out. We crossed over the bridge by the damn and headed out of Page. It’s getting to be late afternoon and the temperature is dropping. Before we know it, we are approaching Kanab, UT. Peter was hoping to stop at the boarder for a photo opportunity… however none of us recall seeing a “Welcome to Utah” sign. As we approached Kanab, all we could see were Dark Storm Clouds. Oh Crap, more rain. At roughly 10 miles outside of Kanab, I’d pulled to group over so we could don our Rain Gear. Looking ahead it appeared that we were going to hit a wall of water. Eric had mentioned that he would need to stop in Kanab for gas so we all agreed to stop with him. As we got closer to town, we realize we were not riding in to rain, we were riding into Snow Flurries. What a treat this was. First Rain, a lot of Rain. Second was the Wind/Dust Storm. Now we had encountered Snow. By this point, our Camera man’s batteries had died out. What a shame, it would have been awesome to get some decent pictures of us driving down the road riding thru Snow Flurries. We stop off at the first gas station on the right hand side, which is starting to become our common stopping point. A few of the riders gas up here, while some of us have decent size tanks and do not need to.
I just love the color of the sky. This was taken in Kanab, UT as the Snow Flurries was sweeping thru.
We decide to go ahead and keep our next scheduled stop in Hurricane. We are back on the road in no time driving thru town heading down to Fredonia and cutting across Arizona to Colorado City back into Utah towards Hurricane. The snow is off & on all the way to St George, UT. As we past thru Colorado City, the town is covered in a blanket of Snow. I so badly wanted to stop for a picture for I knew that I would be able to catch up with them. However, if I stopped, the whole group would stop. Since we were running behind on time, I decide to forget the picture and continue on. We reach what we thought was Hurricane, UT. Heck, the gas receipt had Hurricane, UT stamped on it. Little did we know, it was on the outskirts of Hurricane. We fueled up, filled out the paperwork and took a small break. What was left of the Sun was setting and we knew the temperature would be dropping quickly. Quite a few of us grab a hot drink. We discussed our next scheduled in Mesquite, NV which was to be for Dinner. However after some discussion, we decided to stop only for gas, skip the dinner and head on to Vegas and have dinner there. Within a few minutes we boarded the bikes and head off into what was left of the Sunset.
Shortly after Hurricane, we jumped onto I-15. It was about time we were back on the Interstate. There is only one section of I-15 that I remember… the section right after you cross back over into Arizona going thru the Mountains. This was the first time for me to ride this section of the road. This stretch maybe lasted 10 to 15 miles, but what a Blast it was. I had to use the on-coming traffic to tell which way the road went around the next turn. It was short lived, however it is one road I would love to go back to during the day time to ride a few more times.
The stop in Mesquite was short and sweet, gas, paperwork, restrooms, brief talk about the next stop in Vegas. By now we have followed the principle of stopping at the First Gas Station on the Right hand side at our exit. For Vegas, this was to be the first exit after getting on I-215 after we ride past the Strip. Initially, we were hoping to be in Vegas with enough time to spare a ride down a portion of the Strip. However we were a few hours behind scheduled and did not want to add to the time shortage. It’s a good thing anyway, the batteries were dead in the Cameraman’s camera. Note: Better Preparation for next Long Distance Ride… Although we were not able to ride the Strip itself, it was still a beautiful site cruising down I-215 next to it. Good thing traffic wasn’t too bad this evening.
Once we exited off of I-215 in Vegas, we found a 7-11 to grab some petrol. We looked around and find a Panda Express which we all agreed on would be fine for Dinner. While eating, we decide we should start contacting our Ending Witnesses to let them know that we are running behind would need to know if they could still meet us a few hours later then originally planned. Both Ending Witnesses said they could and it would not be a problem. We quickly wrapped up Dinner so we could head out for the next leg of this trip. We continued on I-215 back to I-515 and then down to Hwy 95. As we went thru Searchlight, NV, a LEO was sitting in the middle of the road. Sort of to let those driving thru know that he was watching. Who called ahead to let him know we were coming thru?
If it weren’t for all of the Dips in Hwy 95, it would have put me to sleep. Although there was almost a Full Moon, there were plenty of clouds covering the moon up making the trek down Hwy 95 a bit interesting. From Hwy 95 we connected to a short jaunt down I-40 and stopped off in Needles, CA. Mark, Eric and I were there maybe 10 minutes before Bill showed up. Apparently Bill got turned around a bit in Vegas and started going the wrong way. Bill eventually figured it out based on the maps that were handed out earlier. Roughly 10 minutes after Bill arrived, the three remaining riders, Peter, Alfred, and Jeff had arrived. By this time, Eric was ready to bolt & took off to our next stop which would be the Loves Truck Stop in Quarztsite, Az. Mark & I decide to take off after Eric, leaving Jeff to manage the other three riders. We continued going down Hwy 95 and catch up with Eric approx 60 miles down the Hwy. We continue South on Hwy 95 until we arrive in Blythe, CA. We jump onto I-10 and head towards the Loves Truck Stop. It’s 1:30 AM when we arrive at the Truck Stop and we need to be finished before 4:30 AM. I know the three of us will be able to arrive at our Original Planned Stopping Spot in time. However, the four riders behind us will not be able to make it to the planned spot within their 24 hour window. While at the Loves Truck Stop, we start calling our Witnesses. We are able to have one of them meet the remaining four riders a bit further in the Western portion of the Phoenix Metropolis near the Goodyear, AZ area. We then sent text messages to two of the riders in hopes that they received the Cell Number of our Witness who would be willing to meet them out West. It would be a shame for these four riders to miss out receiving a Certificate after riding as far as they have as well as endeavor the weather that we have.
Eric knew he would have to stop for gas one last time before we finish the SS1000. So he takes off while Mark & I finish getting Witness information to the other riders. Once Mark & I felt that we have done everything that we could have besides waiting for the remaining riders, we take off for the final stop. By now we are dead tried. We expected to be home and in bed sound asleep by now. Instead we are dragging our rears wrapping up the final leg of this ride. We arrive at our final stop and were greeted by both of our agreed Witnesses, Michael & Arthur (both AZRatPack Members). Arthur shakes our hands & BS’s with the three of us for a few minutes before he takes off to ride back out to the Goodyear Area to meet the remaining four riders and Autographed their paperwork for the ride.
From Left to Right: Mark, Marty, and Eric
All in All, it was a lot of fun. Even with all of the Weather we encountered. Seven riders went out, seven riders returned safely home. This is definitely one ride that I will cherish forever. I am glad that I have some Great Friends that I was able to share this experience with.
We are in the process of planning our next IBA Suction Ride… Maybe a 50cc or even a SS3000. We’ll see what happens...
Understandability not everyone has what it takes to ride an SS1000 or any other Endurance Ride. Some folks call it Brass One’s; others call it being Nut’s. Whatever you want to call it, there was one member of our Group that had a little bit extra of whatever it is. The Wednesday after our ride, the AZRatPack had their monthly Bike Night. It was during this monthly meeting that we decide to present one of our fellow SS1000 Riders a gift so just in case he was to ever forget about his SS1000 ride, he would have something to remind him. The rider on the receiving end of the Gift was Peter. For some odd reason, Peter had the notion that he could ride his ’08 Triumph Daytona SE 675 Bike for the whole way & survive to tell about it. Now this bike was not design to be ridden 1000 Miles non-stop or within 24 hours. Hell, I wouldn’t want to ride it more the maybe 300-350 miles. The gift that we give Peter was a set of BusterBalls from www.eballz.com. The pair of 2.5” Brass Balls came in a Black Velvet Box lined with Red Satin. We had a plate engraved with Peter’s accomplishment. The look on Peter’s face was Priceless.
As I'd pulled up to the stop sign looking for the other guy’s, a lady pulls up in a truck and yells over the wind: “Your buddy just fell over”.
I responded: “What?”
She yelled back: “Your buddy was just blown over.”
First thing thru my head was “F@*$, I hope he is OK?” I’d turned around and raced back up the road. I get to the top where the Bridge & Off Ramp meet. There’s Jeff, standing over his bike looking down shaking his head. I dismount my bike and position it to where is shouldn’t get blown over from the wind. My first priority was to make sure Jeff was OK. I’d figured it couldn’t be too bad, Jeff is Standing Up. As I asked Jeff if he was hurt, I couldn’t tell if he was laughing or frustrated, but he responds that he is fine. We pick up the bike and move it to the side of the road closer to mine. Jeff said as he approached the corner, the Wind just blew him over before he could get his feet onto the ground.
We get on our bikes and head down to where the others guys were able to find some shelter at a Shell Gas Station. We lined all of our bikes along the back side of the gas station out of the path of the Direct Wind.
We all head inside the station to shake the dust off, grab something to drink and discuss what we should do next. It’s only been 20 miles since we jumped on I-40 and we had approximately another 45 to go before our next scheduled stop. The gas station attendant mentioned that he heard on the radio that they expect Wind Gust up to 90 mph in the Winslow area. We knew that the Flying J truck stop was just two miles back down the road. We decided it would be best to head over to the truck stop to grab a bite to eat and see if the storm would past or not. In the mean time, we still had no clue as to where Eric was at. We called and sent text messages to Eric to let him know where we were at. As we were getting ready to head to the truck stop, Mark said he was going to continue on looking for Eric. After a few minutes discussing it, we wished him well and said we’ll see him soon. We ask Mark to either call or text us when he reaches Flagstaff and or finds Eric. The other five of us head over to the Flying J. As we were finishing eating, I get a call from Eric. He wanted us to know that he made it to Flagstaff and the wind lightens up a bit between Winslow and Flagstaff. A few minutes later, I get a call from Mark to let us know that he is with Eric in Flagstaff. We talked about the next stop after Flagstaff would be Page. If the two of them wanted to take off, we could meet them in Page and that we would play it by ear as far as catching up with them.
The five of us soon mounted up and were off. We asked Bill to take the lead and that I would stay back with Jeff. I made sure everyone knew where the next stop was and that we would all regroup there. As we were headed down I-40, we continued to drive thru the Wind/Dust Storm. There were moments when I would lose Jeff if a Cloud of Dust. Roughly 5 to 10 miles outside of Flagstaff we exited out of the storm. What a huge freaking relief. Bill, Peter, and Alfred arrived at the Gas Station about 5-8 minutes before Jeff & I pulled up. Mark had sent a text that they were taking off for Page and he & Eric would wait there for us. The rest of us made this a quick stop for we had a lot of time to make up as well as catch the other two riders. The ride up Hwy 89 was sort of boring… No Wind, No Rain… however there were a lot of Reservation LEO’s out with folks pulled over. Not what we wanted to see. Every time I show a White Car or Truck, I would slow down. With the wind at our backs, we were in Page in no time. As we pulled into the gas station, I did not see Mark, Eric, or their bikes. Oh well, we’ll get our gas, fill out the paperwork, visit Mother Nature and then I would check my phone. Once I checked my phone we realized that they were still in town. They were at Wal-Mart shopping for warmer items.
We re-group and talk about the Lovely trip we had riding on I-40. Our bikes were so filthy from all of the dust. We talked about our next stop which should be Hurricane, UT. Within minutes we were back on the bikes heading out. We crossed over the bridge by the damn and headed out of Page. It’s getting to be late afternoon and the temperature is dropping. Before we know it, we are approaching Kanab, UT. Peter was hoping to stop at the boarder for a photo opportunity… however none of us recall seeing a “Welcome to Utah” sign. As we approached Kanab, all we could see were Dark Storm Clouds. Oh Crap, more rain. At roughly 10 miles outside of Kanab, I’d pulled to group over so we could don our Rain Gear. Looking ahead it appeared that we were going to hit a wall of water. Eric had mentioned that he would need to stop in Kanab for gas so we all agreed to stop with him. As we got closer to town, we realize we were not riding in to rain, we were riding into Snow Flurries. What a treat this was. First Rain, a lot of Rain. Second was the Wind/Dust Storm. Now we had encountered Snow. By this point, our Camera man’s batteries had died out. What a shame, it would have been awesome to get some decent pictures of us driving down the road riding thru Snow Flurries. We stop off at the first gas station on the right hand side, which is starting to become our common stopping point. A few of the riders gas up here, while some of us have decent size tanks and do not need to.
I just love the color of the sky. This was taken in Kanab, UT as the Snow Flurries was sweeping thru.
We decide to go ahead and keep our next scheduled stop in Hurricane. We are back on the road in no time driving thru town heading down to Fredonia and cutting across Arizona to Colorado City back into Utah towards Hurricane. The snow is off & on all the way to St George, UT. As we past thru Colorado City, the town is covered in a blanket of Snow. I so badly wanted to stop for a picture for I knew that I would be able to catch up with them. However, if I stopped, the whole group would stop. Since we were running behind on time, I decide to forget the picture and continue on. We reach what we thought was Hurricane, UT. Heck, the gas receipt had Hurricane, UT stamped on it. Little did we know, it was on the outskirts of Hurricane. We fueled up, filled out the paperwork and took a small break. What was left of the Sun was setting and we knew the temperature would be dropping quickly. Quite a few of us grab a hot drink. We discussed our next scheduled in Mesquite, NV which was to be for Dinner. However after some discussion, we decided to stop only for gas, skip the dinner and head on to Vegas and have dinner there. Within a few minutes we boarded the bikes and head off into what was left of the Sunset.
Shortly after Hurricane, we jumped onto I-15. It was about time we were back on the Interstate. There is only one section of I-15 that I remember… the section right after you cross back over into Arizona going thru the Mountains. This was the first time for me to ride this section of the road. This stretch maybe lasted 10 to 15 miles, but what a Blast it was. I had to use the on-coming traffic to tell which way the road went around the next turn. It was short lived, however it is one road I would love to go back to during the day time to ride a few more times.
The stop in Mesquite was short and sweet, gas, paperwork, restrooms, brief talk about the next stop in Vegas. By now we have followed the principle of stopping at the First Gas Station on the Right hand side at our exit. For Vegas, this was to be the first exit after getting on I-215 after we ride past the Strip. Initially, we were hoping to be in Vegas with enough time to spare a ride down a portion of the Strip. However we were a few hours behind scheduled and did not want to add to the time shortage. It’s a good thing anyway, the batteries were dead in the Cameraman’s camera. Note: Better Preparation for next Long Distance Ride… Although we were not able to ride the Strip itself, it was still a beautiful site cruising down I-215 next to it. Good thing traffic wasn’t too bad this evening.
Once we exited off of I-215 in Vegas, we found a 7-11 to grab some petrol. We looked around and find a Panda Express which we all agreed on would be fine for Dinner. While eating, we decide we should start contacting our Ending Witnesses to let them know that we are running behind would need to know if they could still meet us a few hours later then originally planned. Both Ending Witnesses said they could and it would not be a problem. We quickly wrapped up Dinner so we could head out for the next leg of this trip. We continued on I-215 back to I-515 and then down to Hwy 95. As we went thru Searchlight, NV, a LEO was sitting in the middle of the road. Sort of to let those driving thru know that he was watching. Who called ahead to let him know we were coming thru?
If it weren’t for all of the Dips in Hwy 95, it would have put me to sleep. Although there was almost a Full Moon, there were plenty of clouds covering the moon up making the trek down Hwy 95 a bit interesting. From Hwy 95 we connected to a short jaunt down I-40 and stopped off in Needles, CA. Mark, Eric and I were there maybe 10 minutes before Bill showed up. Apparently Bill got turned around a bit in Vegas and started going the wrong way. Bill eventually figured it out based on the maps that were handed out earlier. Roughly 10 minutes after Bill arrived, the three remaining riders, Peter, Alfred, and Jeff had arrived. By this time, Eric was ready to bolt & took off to our next stop which would be the Loves Truck Stop in Quarztsite, Az. Mark & I decide to take off after Eric, leaving Jeff to manage the other three riders. We continued going down Hwy 95 and catch up with Eric approx 60 miles down the Hwy. We continue South on Hwy 95 until we arrive in Blythe, CA. We jump onto I-10 and head towards the Loves Truck Stop. It’s 1:30 AM when we arrive at the Truck Stop and we need to be finished before 4:30 AM. I know the three of us will be able to arrive at our Original Planned Stopping Spot in time. However, the four riders behind us will not be able to make it to the planned spot within their 24 hour window. While at the Loves Truck Stop, we start calling our Witnesses. We are able to have one of them meet the remaining four riders a bit further in the Western portion of the Phoenix Metropolis near the Goodyear, AZ area. We then sent text messages to two of the riders in hopes that they received the Cell Number of our Witness who would be willing to meet them out West. It would be a shame for these four riders to miss out receiving a Certificate after riding as far as they have as well as endeavor the weather that we have.
Eric knew he would have to stop for gas one last time before we finish the SS1000. So he takes off while Mark & I finish getting Witness information to the other riders. Once Mark & I felt that we have done everything that we could have besides waiting for the remaining riders, we take off for the final stop. By now we are dead tried. We expected to be home and in bed sound asleep by now. Instead we are dragging our rears wrapping up the final leg of this ride. We arrive at our final stop and were greeted by both of our agreed Witnesses, Michael & Arthur (both AZRatPack Members). Arthur shakes our hands & BS’s with the three of us for a few minutes before he takes off to ride back out to the Goodyear Area to meet the remaining four riders and Autographed their paperwork for the ride.
From Left to Right: Mark, Marty, and Eric
All in All, it was a lot of fun. Even with all of the Weather we encountered. Seven riders went out, seven riders returned safely home. This is definitely one ride that I will cherish forever. I am glad that I have some Great Friends that I was able to share this experience with.
We are in the process of planning our next IBA Suction Ride… Maybe a 50cc or even a SS3000. We’ll see what happens...
Riders and their Steed, Miles, Hours.
Myself - 2006 Triumph Sprint ST, 1095 Miles, 23 Hours
Jeff - 1999 Triumph Sprint ST, 1076 Miles, 23.5 Hours
Mark - 2007 Triumph Speed Triple, 1095 Miles, 23 Hours
Peter - 2008 Triumph Daytona SE 675, 1076 Miles, 23.5 Hours
Bill - Yamaha YZF-600R, 1076 Miles, 23.5 Hours
Alfred - 2006 Kawasaki ZX-14, 1076 Miles, 23.5 Hours
Eric - 2000 Suzuki SV650, 1095 Miles, 23 Hours
Miles and Time are not Official until Certified by the Iron Butt Association. The Miles & Times above are our Estimates.
Myself - 2006 Triumph Sprint ST, 1095 Miles, 23 Hours
Jeff - 1999 Triumph Sprint ST, 1076 Miles, 23.5 Hours
Mark - 2007 Triumph Speed Triple, 1095 Miles, 23 Hours
Peter - 2008 Triumph Daytona SE 675, 1076 Miles, 23.5 Hours
Bill - Yamaha YZF-600R, 1076 Miles, 23.5 Hours
Alfred - 2006 Kawasaki ZX-14, 1076 Miles, 23.5 Hours
Eric - 2000 Suzuki SV650, 1095 Miles, 23 Hours
Miles and Time are not Official until Certified by the Iron Butt Association. The Miles & Times above are our Estimates.
Understandability not everyone has what it takes to ride an SS1000 or any other Endurance Ride. Some folks call it Brass One’s; others call it being Nut’s. Whatever you want to call it, there was one member of our Group that had a little bit extra of whatever it is. The Wednesday after our ride, the AZRatPack had their monthly Bike Night. It was during this monthly meeting that we decide to present one of our fellow SS1000 Riders a gift so just in case he was to ever forget about his SS1000 ride, he would have something to remind him. The rider on the receiving end of the Gift was Peter. For some odd reason, Peter had the notion that he could ride his ’08 Triumph Daytona SE 675 Bike for the whole way & survive to tell about it. Now this bike was not design to be ridden 1000 Miles non-stop or within 24 hours. Hell, I wouldn’t want to ride it more the maybe 300-350 miles. The gift that we give Peter was a set of BusterBalls from www.eballz.com. The pair of 2.5” Brass Balls came in a Black Velvet Box lined with Red Satin. We had a plate engraved with Peter’s accomplishment. The look on Peter’s face was Priceless.