Always the Hunter...
There is a moment before a race starts, when the corals are filled with a quiet anticipation of what to come. The heartbeats of the racers, echoing the nerves. Then the shotgun blasts and the nervous energy is transformed into pedal strokes. Where will those pedal strokes take you? That is the question to be answered over then next 64 miles and untold hours in the saddle. It is up to each racer to decide how those hours will be approached and how the race will unfold. Such was the setting Sunday morning when Nick dropped me off for the Original Growler. A quiet group of cyclists gathering in downtown Gunnison - unsure of what the day would bring. For me, I just wanted to get through the neutral start and onto the single track. Ever since I almost went down after a guy tangled his handlebars with mine a few years ago, the start makes me nervous. I just want to get to Kill Hill in one piece. It also doesn't help the nerves when the escort vehicle doesn't keep a steady pace - th...