LA World Cup Classic... Continued

And so the weekend passed and 2008 UCI Track World Cup round #3 in Los Angeles came to an end. Riders and times and moments dissolving into the record books like cinnamon into a recipe, and me with eleven rolls of black and white film to develop to remember the event by. We stepped out of the velodrome, into a taxi and onto a plane as simple as that. Looking out my window I could still see turn #4, three riders abreast and gunning for the line, as I dozed off. When I awoke, I was back in Oakland, clutching my flim in its big lead bag like a mama bird. I headed out into the Bay Area winter wind of the passenger pick-up area and smelled home. Jet fuel, car tires and pigeon shit.