Motorpacing Diaries

I had rushed out of the house today, eager to get to the Saturday start at the Scholars Inn Bakehouse for noon today.  The weather was surprisingly warm, 56 degrees as I cycled by the time and temperature sign on the north side of downtown today.   I wasn’t sure what sort of turnout we would have today because the racing season has just begun, but it’s still like a delicate bulb just sticking up out of the soil.  Hopeful.  Full of promise.  

The Old Man and the Bike

It was cold today.  I had earlier visited the Little 500 track with the temps hovering in the high 20s and a smattering of young men going through the paces, some on long sets, others on exchanges and others doing fast single laps.  A few of them would make it out to the inaugural 2013 Wednesday Worlds tonight on Knightridge and 446.

Long Run Race Report. Rob Smallman

Filed by Rob Smallman

APRIL is the cruellest month, breeding
Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and desire, stirring
Dull roots with spring rain.
Winter kept us warm, covering
        
Earth in forgetful snow, feeding
A little life with dried tubers.
Summer surprised us, coming over the Starnbergersee