If all Leadville had left to sell was grit, then step right up for your hot grits. Ken had heard aboutthis guy in California, a long-haired mountain man named Gordy Ainsleigh, whose mare wentlame right before the world鈥檚 premier horse endurance event, the Western States Trail Ride. Gordydecided to race anyway. He showed up at the starting line in sneakers and set out to run all onehundred miles through the Sierra Nevada on foot. He slurped water from creeks, got his vitalschecked by veterinarians at the medical stops, and beat the twenty-four-hour cutoff for all horseswith seventeen minutes to spare. Naturally, Gordy wasn鈥檛 the only lunatic in California, so the nextyear, another runner crashed the horse race 鈥?and another the year after that鈥?until, by 1977, thehorses were crowded out and Western States became the world鈥檚 first one-hundred-mile footrace. But I never had one until Mrs. Lippett called me to the office [Pg 40] I sat up half of last night reading Jane Eyre. Are you old enough, 天天干,天天she,天天色,日夜干,天天撸,天天射影视色综合网 Barnett, a pair of twenty-one-year-old hotshots who鈥檇 been electrifying the East Coast ultra circuit,at least whenever they weren鈥檛 otherwise occupied surfing, partying, or posting bail for simpleassault (Jenn), disorderly conduct (Billy), or public indecency (both, for a burst of trail-sidepassion that resulted in an arrest and community service). Chapter 6 Commencement of the Most Valuable Friendship of My 鈥淵ou hear that?鈥?Eric asked me.