It was 0-dark-thirty (5:30 a.m.) this morning as I just finished opening the hangar and turning on the coffee pots for the EAA pancake breakfast. As I drove along the airport service road putting up the breakfast signs, I saw lots of strange bright lights on the race track but no roar of any engines. It was an incredible number of bicycles racing along the track and they were moving right along. It was impressive.
About an hour or so later I had to make a run into town to pick up some extra blueberries for the pancakes. On my way back, the gaggle of bikes was now headed west on Kenilworth as I was headed east. I had a clear lane and saw many different types of bikes and riders whizzing by in the opposite direction. One bike caught my eye. It looked like a short little yellow and white torpedo, not more than 15 inches high and small window slits for what I hoped was a person inside. It looked like something that could have been on the Bonneville Salt Flats for a record speed run. Little did I know that later, the yellow torpedo would make my day very interesting and my heart rate hit some new levels.
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