Josh Meyers moaned. He stood on the edge of the hard clay track under bright lights. It was 40 degrees. A stiff wind from the west worked its way under his jersey into his old racing fractures, inflaming them. Meyers is 21. He groaned in the cold like an old man.
Children as young as 3 surrounded him. They wore racing jerseys and massive crash helmets like Meyers’. They rode 20-inch bicycles like his that … Details