From the Archives: Gunlock Road Race, 1997
There we were, waiting for someone to blow a whistle, our signal to go. A couple hours later we would know whether our decision to leave work early, make the lengthy drive to St. George, Utah and reserve a couple nights in the luxury suite of Motel 6, was worthwhile or wasteful. In the meantime we waited; maybe sizing each other up, whose were the likely wheels to follow, whose to avoid being stuck behind. Maybe we envisioned the race, imagining the spot where an attack would launch, the spot where we would need to be especially attentive. Would this year be worthwhile, or would it be wasteful?