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laughter. I decided upon a different tactic. I was going to stay with them during the race and try and finish among them. My hope was that this would somehow allow me to talk with them at the end of the race, based on a newfound sense of camaraderie resulting from such a close finish. Entering the race was easy. The only requirement was to be on a bike and behind the starting line when the flare was fired. I started in the middle of the pack of nearly 1000 racers. I was perhaps twenty yards in front of the Wolf Pack. While I was sure that I had the faster bike, I worried that the crowd might slow me down and force me to loose them. I decided to race as quickly as possible for the first mile then slow to let the Wolf Pack catch up with me. The starting flare arced overhead and the dull
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