The July temperature in Richmond for our second race of the season was predicted to be 90 degrees. In reality, it was chilly and rainy.
And from our prolific writer Lori SW:
“I have a good story from the third race. A guy from one of the other teams walked up to us afterwards to tell us we were like an old car with a suped up motor secretly hidden inside. A great image, no? I suggested the term “vintage” might be more diplomatic.
We’ve suffered through worse, but the weather was unpleasant for the entire day, and instead of concrete underfoot there was sand — wet sand……always in one’s shoes and gradually getting into everything else. On the other hand, winning that last race felt soooooo good. Kathi RD said it’s funny how winning can make you forget all the cold and wetness in a heartbeat.”