After yesterday’s walkabout,I watched the Stage 2 tour on the live feed until the riders were about 20 km from the finish line, then walked the block away to see them come flying in. In those few minutes, the race turned into a mad sprint down UT-24, much to the crowd’s delight.
Afterwards, while the last of the 130 riders straggled in, a few pretty beat up from crashing on the course, I hung out with friends on the street while we waited for the awards.
A friend said to me yesterday that the Tour of Utah was the biggest thing he’d seen hit this part of Utah in 40 years. I haven’t been here long enough to assert such a thing, but it was a very big deal for Torrey Town. Friends and neighbors suited up as volunteers.
The traveling crew began packing up the finish line equipment moments after the last rider straggled in, but Torrey Town was still celebrating the sweet victory of hosting the Tour.