As you may, or may not, know this year's race will be held in memory of our friends Ben Horne and Gil Weiss.

Ben saw a woman who resembled the Wicked Witch of the West, or maybe Mary Poppins, riding a small tricycle in the night.  Our bumper was barreling down at her at 60 miles per hour through the fog.  May Day, May Day!

It is well established: Punishment=Glory. But the glory usually comes at the summit; we seldom experience glory on the route’s descent.