Speaking of California dirt tracks, on the last day at Bay Meadows I scooped up a cup full of the dirt track after morning works. That cup sits on my desk at work to this day. What surprised me was that after the dirt had dried, it became rock hard, almost like cement. You couldn't stick your finger into that dirt even if you tried. Without the constant watering, that track would have been like running on on the sidewalk (which I suppose explains why the track played to speed on some days, the lower levels of dirt had turned rock hard!).
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You have your way. I have my way. As for the right way, the correct way, and the only way, it does not exist.
- Friedrich Nietzsche on Handicapping
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