Here’s Ebert on the last day, prior to the first fuel stop and before inheriting the lead from D.J. Ekre.
Nothing compares to the up-close-and-personal aspect of the I-500.
There’s a rugged, almost-lonely beauty to this race. Often you’re in the middle of nowhere, chasing down the snowdust of some rider in front of you.
Roger Skime, on the way towards Thief River Falls on the second day. For some reason I love this shot.