You might say I came for the races, but I lingered thinking about the roots.
The trees, the riparian vegetation, the gardens, and the community of racers and residents together made for a surprisingly bucolic scene. The graceful way the built and natural environments are knit together was more impressive than ever before. It was calm for a race - not soporific, but a little zen, even-keeled. The racers probably didn't feel this way, but for a spectator, it was surprisingly relaxing.

On the village green a volleyball net welcomed famlies. At the finish line, the Downtown Waffle Cart offered grainy goodness.
Race organizers had done a great job of sprinkling amenities around the course. But it wasn't just clever merchandising and marketing. It felt like an event uniquely Salem, something completely unlike anything in Portland or elsewhere around the State. Next year you won't want to miss it!

Last year Tesler wrote about roots and connections:
I like to see people out walking. I like the “mom and pop” store open and people sitting outside eating and socializing. I once rode by a neighbor carrying a covered dish of food up a walkway to another neighbor’s house. I rode by a group of neighbors talking in front of their houses and on another occasion, one neighbor helping another fix a car problem. I see people out weeding, planting, painting and having a backyard BBQ. It’s everything that makes a neighborhood a community.Curt from KMUZ also joined us and talked about community radio. I think he'll be back next month!
At the races and breakfast and everywhere else, it was all about connections and roots. Is there really a better argument for biking?
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