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dawn til dusk

Dawn til Dusk Race - Gallup, New Mexico

By yourmtb on 4/20/2007

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Here's a short video of YourMTB.com enthusiast-in-chief Walker Thompson and his fiance travelingto the Dawn 'til Dusk 12 hour race in Gallup, New Mexico. Check out his blog about the race here, and check out hers here!
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Dawn til Dusk

By walker on 4/20/2007 on walker's blog

Take a trip with me. Get your bike/camping/racing/fiance ready. Now, load the car. Two hours later, you're on the road heading to Gallup, New Mexico. You stop a couple of times to stretch your legs. The car ride is fun; good music and hot company (fiance). You arrive in Gallup at 10:00 at night. Your first stop is the back of the truck where the bed is. You sleep.

You wake up in the desert. It is FREAKIN' FREEZING. But, there is no rest for the weary. It is time to suit up, get your race number attached to your bike and on to your two-wheeled racing machine, because at 7:00am the Dawn til Dusk race KICKS OFF!

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Dawn Til Dusk in Gallup, NM

Dawn Til Dusk...

Why I even entertained the idea of racing solo in a 12-hour race is beyond me, especially when in all my life, I have only “raced” a 13-mile loop, placing last, mind you...

It was 6am and I lay awake in my down sleeping bag, listening to the racers stir around me, car doors opening and closing, chains being lubed, coffee being brewed. There was only a hint of dawn, but the frost that blanketed the desert was a dead giveaway that that it was VERY cold outside my cocoon.

I continued to lie there, remembering how I scoffed at Hunter S. Thompson’s account of his Honolulu Marathon racing experience. Hung-over at 4am, peering thru his hotel window curtains, looking out at the racers lining up in the darkness below, knowing he should be among them, but instead opting to crawl back in bed and participate only thru the remote control and the local news channel. How could anyone be so unmotivated!?

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