Coast to coast. New York to the Pacific, on public roads with the traffic still on them. No classes, no marshals, no prize money. You leave the pier when you leave, and you are timed from the moment you go.

Rage ran it once. Nobody has the number. He was arrested at the finish line before anyone wrote it down, and the men who took him were federal, and they did not come to charge him. They came with an offer.

What is on record is only this: the pier clock had him under the standing time by the better part of an hour. Everything that happened to him afterwards is a different story.