Allegedly, there was some sort of racing/event/musical children’s celebration going on at Hayward today.  Anyone who was anyone doesn’t bother with that bush league nonsense, they go to “the coast” to “relax” on their off days from the trials.  Real typical of these white collar track snobs.

Jeremy and I, of course, were hard at work all day while those fat cats traded in their precious credential laniard for a pair of board shorts and an unbottoned hawaiian shirt.

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