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I wouldnt' change anything that I did.   My week at college started late on monday because I was late getting back sunday night.  I was on the road by 2 pm on Friday.   Sometimes three races a weekend and sometimes two different types and one time 3 different types.   I would drink myself to sleep in the truck on my way home.  Hell,  I loved it.  After 5 years of college I had a couple of degrees, no more substantial help to race,  and felt washed up and failed.  I was almost 23.   I had to take another look at racing.  Came to Alaska thinking I could gain some perspective if "it" wasn't in my face all the time.  Didn't quite work out that way,  but luck put me in a situation to discover that in Anchorage Alaska,  I was not even the fastest man in my neighborhood.  An ex grand national champion who was hiding from racing lived about 400 yards from me.  We both decided we still loved to ride.  Nearly 40 years after he and I had our first conversation,  we both still do.


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