I'm sure a lot non-cyclists are unaware of a race that's been around for 27 years and traverses the US across 3000 miles from coast to coast. It's called the
Race Across America (RAAM), and this year was the first year for a sub-component of the race called the Race Across the West (RAW). The RAW is a 1000 mile race from Oceanside, CA to Taos, NM covering most of the climbing, the hottest places, and the highest point on the RAAM course.
How I ended up involved with the race was a situation of someone I met, knew someone who knew someone else, who referred me to a racer in need of a crew. Murray Wilmerding is a solo racer in the 50-59 category for the Race Across the West, racing for
Team Zap USA.

The race was an intense, inspiring, and brutally tiring experience. For Murray as well as the crew. The crew being myself and cyclist Rob Barnard packed into a VW Golf loaded down with all the gear, food and clothing for three people. Sleeping across the front seats, sprawled in the little space left on top of bags and coolers, and mostly in Murray's case just sleeping on any open space on the ground.

This psuedo vagabonding across the country allows for a lot of interesting experiences. Near hallucinogenic experiences where time and days mean nothing. Swimming in canals, herding goats, and getting used to the stares as we lay out in parking lots across the western US.
As much as attitudes towards cyclists are changing across the continent, there were still incidents of motorists following within feet and passing within inches. At least it's a far cry from things being thrown and getting run off the road. In fact, it seems more and more people are getting interested in cycling,. I hope it isn't only because of the rising gas prices, but an interest in health and well being.

The best thing about this race is that it takes participants to places most travelers don't see. The small towns that occasionally interrupt the beautiful landscapes whether they be endless farmland and ranches or unspoiled wilderness. It's a race that reveals all that America still is, in it's endless variety.

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