Quiet Races on Deserted Runways

Early on a quiet, Thursday morning, we turn left onto a deserted field. Pavement cracked as we weave our way around under cloudy skies.  Just past the sign where it says ‘No Motor Vehicles’, we make our way towards a minivan and a lonely, white table parked in the distance. Off to the left, a coupleContinue reading “Quiet Races on Deserted Runways”