The Glendora Twilight Criterium
What the heck happened to the unusually cool morning, i ask. By the time the afternoon hours came around, particularly the two o'clock hour when the first race (women's cat 3/4/5) of the first Glendora Twilight Criterium got underway, cool was a distant memory, and typical August hot was back. I mean sure I, along with many others, were saying "cool, local racing again!" But, you know, different "cool" entirely. I saw a guy finish his race, collapse down on a patch of shady grass and just melt into it; it only took a few minutes and he was gone. I never knew such a thing could happen. Just a sort of shadow, a darkening of the grass where he'd lain, was all that remained. The only thing as hot as the air temperature was the racing action. No less than two of the pre-main event races saw breaks not only succeed, but succeed in such glorified manner that the escapees lapped their respective race fields, some of them lasting virtually the entire race. Other...
