I am trying to imagine what it’s like to be 1,900th out of the gate at a downhill race. Or even 1,000th for that matter. But I don’t have to, because racer 1,000 just passed me. Legs akimbo, chattering off rock-hard washboard compressions, look of pained horror on his face, this guy was only halfway down the course and would be lucky if he made it all the way. But if he allowed those burning legs to slow him down for even a second, he would be overtaken, possibly plowed into, by another racer. That’s the way it goes in the Inferno…

 

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