Brutus of Wyde's
eloquent explanation of our sport to those on the outside.
He is your neighbor. She is the smiling
woman behind the receptionist's desk at
your dentist office. He's the man who
built your house. Who are these people?
On weekends they vanish down the
highway, watching the cluttered cities
grow small in rearview mirrors. Phone
calls are answered by machines and voice
mail. Several times a year, they disappear
for weeks at a time.
