Mike Archer was a long way from home, but he adapted immediately. I was very happy to have had the opportunity to bring him and he made a stellar travel partner. Never too much on any particular tangent, a levelheaded man of good drive, in and out of the water. At first I think he felt he needed to impress, but after a few long rides he realized as much as we all did that the waves for the most part were doing the talking and that we were just paintbrushes on a magical type of canvass. He connected several epic rides that did his fellow countrymen proud to the letter. Archer did have a crash or two, nothing serious, but certainly reminders that we were deep in the desert and to scale back the attack occasionally also meant you had another round in you for the next time.