In a world…….
A Race. The Race. No charity. No feel good stories. No popularity contest. No virtual entries. No novelties. No costumes. No headphones. No fanny packs. No GPS. No hand holding. No grab assing. No farcical grand prix. No cakewalk. No colors. No mud. No obstacles. No sparkles.
Dirty, Gritty Racing. Balls to the wall. In It To Win It. Fair Competition. No prizes.
Pride.
Would you run it?
If you answered yes, shoot me an email.
The final Willie’s Golden Ticket could be claimed this Sunday morning. Stay tuned.
Great to hear from our international mate Walter Key. Aboard ship somewhere in the Pacific. Training on a treadmill, a dance with the devil with the roll, pitch and yaw challenging every stride. Sea legs. Dedication. That’s why Walt’s a Good Mate.
Wherever you are racing this weekend, make it mean something.
Linda and I got the Jump on this weekend’s Junk Stock. Where country folk celebrate y’all city folk.
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