“This whole parched nightmare began nine years after l swore off spandex and abandoned any pretense of 'racing.' So it went as I made the high speed run from Bend toward the Bear Springs Trap this past weekend. What an absurd title for a gathering of pure, demented Oregon bicycle racing degeneracy.
l'd done this race circuit before. I was a trembling seventeen year old idiot then. My mother, God rest her soul, was always my biggest supporter. She spent years driving me to bike races all over the state of Oregon in a battered blue Dodge Caravan.”
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