Conversation: Leading Men
A small antique-style desk has been cleared off and covered with a clean towel, syringes, vials, latex gloves, a tourniquet and a waste disposal box. A second station is set up on a small round table. Coolers and carrying cases are stacked against the walls.
Blood and urine roll call starts at 6:30 a.m. sharp. The riders report a few at a time, with sleepy eyes and hair rumpled from pulling T-shirts over their heads in a hurry. It's been a scant few hours since the same group gathered at a bar a few blocks away, where everyone had a few drinks and a lot of laughs.
Read "Leading Men" by Bonnie D. Ford.