The bike race felt controlled and a bit cold to me. The bikers travel in packs, led front and back by cars with flashing lights and referees inside. For most of the race, the bikers stay together and I guess somebody breaks out towards the end. There are always some lonely stragglers well behind the pack. The races came every ten minutes and will continue tomorrow (George Forss and I are going to the Hyde Museum to see the Ansel Adams exhibit there.) The bikers ride silently and concentrate intensely. It was cool and windy today, I don’t know if that made it harder or easier.

If I can, I’ll get up early and see if I can get some shots of them all setting up early in town. I liked this shot, I didn’t even see the flag flying from a mailbox across the street at first. This is what it felt like. Album on my Facebook page.