Got a decent start, I saw the others run knowing it was a false start and beyond hope so I jumped in the fray in order to not get stuck behind everybody. It was SUPER dusty and I was right next to the trail where most of the top riders start and saw a guy flip his bike more violently than any wreck I have ever seen. He went down right in the gully where you cross over the race course a little over halway to the bomb. It looked like a grenade went off under his bike sending his bike flying up in the air and flipping end over end. I hope the guy is OK... From there it took forever for the dust to settle so that I could get into my comfortable race pace. Surprisingly I only saw one downed rider and stopped to make sure he was OK, he mumbled but was sitting upright and breathing OK so I moved on knowing that I could be no further help for him. Around that time my buddy pulled up who was a former professional motocrosser and his helmet visor looked like it had been through hell. He told me he wrecked on a nasty whoop that he couldn't see and rung his bell pretty good, his forehead had a nasty bruise at the end of the race. At the pit I was sitting somewhere around 70th and rode pretty smoothly the second half of the race. I ran into a lot of young kids and women and tried to pass them as nicely as I could. There was a nasty hill in the singletrack part of the course towards the end where a lot of guys got stuck, I hung back for a second as opposed to charging it right away and spotted a good line where I was able to get by 5-7 riders. That's the majority of my story, at the end of the race my thumbs were pretty torn up but I hope my efforts were good enough for a top 100 finish.