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