ready for the "The Death Race"?
From the article: "The course spanned 10 miles of mountain trails, ravines, lakes, underbrush and a burnt-out thicket known as the Labyrinth. The physical challenges included digging holes, chopping wood and hauling such encumbrances as bicycles, tree stumps and buckets of gravel. The riddles included naming American presidents, assembling Lego structures from memory and cooking without modern tools. Each of the 14 tasks was expected to take two hours. A 24-hour time limit was set. Mathematically speaking, the designers considered their course all but impossible."
Oooooh, The Labyrinth! And 10 miles at that. And Dear God no! Not Legos! What is this? Cooking without modern tools?! This is madness! No, this is Death Race a joke. Totally underhwhelmed.
Lee had been hiking the mountainous former colonies as a means of rehabilitation. At 27, he cut the dashing figure of a gentleman explorer, with a girlfriend in tow. He weighed in at 143 pounds.
I don't equate 'dashing" with a 143 pounds. Maybe 'pubescent', but not 'dashing.'







Embracing the specter of reckless peril, he designed meant to draw the unspoken fear and uncertainty of endurance racing to the fore. He rigged his course with equal parts barbed wire and mind games. He refused to disclose the ground rules, rendering proper training impossible. He discouraged the contestants, advising them to quit. He required the signing of a three-word waiver (“I might die”), with the option of burial on site. Without much deliberation, he settled on a name: The Death Race.
The Death Race