Reliving the longest relay road race in the world
It was 4 o’clock in the morning. I drove van two into a valley east of Manchester looking for van one. With no moon, the night was dark and cold.
Occasional raindrops slapped the windshield. I glanced in the rear-view mirror at the occupants of my van. The ones that were awake looked like zombies.
One of them said, “This is like having your second child. Now, why am I doing this again?”
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