"Meyrueis, Lozere, June 26, 1977. Hot and overcast. I take my gear out of the car and put my bike together. Tourists and locals are watching from sidewalk cafes. Non-racers. The emptiness of those lives shocks me."
i just read this book flying back from south carolina last november. it didn't leave my grasp from page one until i reached the back cover. although i don't think i'm built for racing, it sure made want to give it a go.
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