On the trail of Harvey Mushman: Mescalito 1970

It was early morning in the Chihuahan desert, and there were signs that we might be losing control of the situation. The race was about to start and we couldn't figure out where to go...
Just then -out of nowhere- a man appeared and pointed us in the right direction. They called him Harvey, but his real name was Steve.
As we set off to the starting line, Roger turned to me and said " We'll need more drink to survive this thing - and we'll have to arm ourselves." Why not, it seemed reasonable...

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