Lined up at 5:15 am, about ten bikes from the back of the line. There were those that had been in line since 2 am! But at the end of Key West there is no where to go but out the way you came in and with every single biker starting at the same time (can you believe that) it was a wise choice to line up at the back of the pack.
He's out of Key West now and rolling through the Everglades on his first leg of the race, 614 miles to the check-in point. It's hot and sticky, his luggage never showed and his leg has not healed. All that said, Chris feels great today. The start of the race, the rumble of hundreds of bikes packed closely together, the smell of exhaust and the sea, and the anticipation of the road ahead has taken over. He's in that place that all of us who love to ride know well, and those who don't dream of understanding.
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