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🏁 2027 LIFETIME GRAND PRIX FINALE 🏁

The day started with all hands on deck by 06:30A at Lauren’s host’s home — the parents of the NICA kids whom she coaches back home in Dallas. Even the kiddos were up & at ‘em, ready to show their support in the brisk 40° morning.

Lauren’s face lit up with warmth as the daughter of the family came into the garage, kitted and ready to race her own race. “I can’t wait to hear about it.” she said as she spun on the feedback trainer. For now, it was time to leave for the start line.

The national anthem fired off a wave of energy for the hundreds of riders. Once the elite men had shoved off, the women were given their respective call-ups. Lauren was currently sitting 3rd in the GP after Little Sugar the weekend before.

The pro women took off, followed by the age group riders. From there, we had one job — get the feed zones before the peloton does.

The crew jumped into the vans & headed for the first feed zone, approximately 2 hours deep into the course. We waited, watching the live stream on a murky iPad, hoping to calculate the peloton’s arrival.

Once they were in sight, the atmosphere quickly turned tense. Shouting, not just for athletes, but at each other to “move!” and “stop creeping!”, which felt chaotic and disturbing, even from afar. Lauren navigated the pandemonium with finesse, as the eldest & most experienced rider.

We immediately packed up & headed for the second feed zone, down a narrow gravel road which opened up to a private campground. Across the field, was a path over the pond. I got comfortable in some nearby brush, and listened for the distant hum of the follow-copter.

Once the pro men had passed through, it was a matter of time before the womens peloton came rushing in — or so we hoped. We quickly realized the group had splintered, creating a slow trickle of riders into the feed, including Lauren. But she was on the home stretch now, with 20 miles to go.

At the finish line, our crew lingered anxiously among tired athletes & their support who were already exchanging race recaps. With a deep sigh of relief, I watched as Lauren coasted past the announcers, into the maze of people, scanning for the first fa
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