Cannonball 2010 is in the books. The cool breeze of the Pacific Ocean was a very welcome sensation to the 30-plus intrepid men and women who spent the last 16 days traversing our great nation on cantankerous machines from another time, often in blistering heat. The talk in Kitty Hawk was that maybe 25 percent of the old bikes would survive the test. To see almost three times that percentage of starters on the Santa Monica Pier this past Sunday was truly a testament to human willpower and tenacity. It was a lot of fun, but it wasn’t just a joyride. One of the toughest days in the last week was Flagstaff to Laughlin, where Cannonballers found frost on their seats in the morning, and 105-degree-plus temperatures as they climbed a steep pass toward the Nevada border. There were more than a few magneto failures that afternoon. Torrential rains a couple days earlier while riding into Gallup, New Mexico, left everyone soggy, and some on the edge of hypothermia. Sleep deprivation was par for the course, and nerves wound tighter and tighter in the last few stages, as ears strained to hear any unfamiliar, unwanted click, whine or growl that might spell disaster.