I hear some guy is going to ride for a TV station next year, or something like that. We’ve got someone like that around here, too.
Anyway. You know that real racing means mud, sub-freezing temperatures, and getting all Chuck Norris on the fans. It also means esoteric cycles, the Holy Grail of tires, and these guys, who I think I saw rocking the Fox Theater in the late ’70s. Or maybe not.