“Scott Lancaster, a small boy with shoulder-length sandy hair billowing from his black helmet, rode up and took his place along the left curb, the last spot remaining in the second line of racers.  He leaned forward on the handlebars, his left foot on the ground and his right foot resting on the pedal.  With his shaved legs, black Lycra shorts, white Gitane bicycle, Bell V1 Pro helmet, and Oakley Factory Pilot sunglasses—the same style worn by Greg LeMond—Scott looked like a young version of the professional racers he admired.... Scott’s number, 30, was safety-pinned to the sleeves and back of his T-shirt.”
[pp. 55-56]