Spewing mud from its tires, the motorcycle snarled into the sleepy farmyardand plowed abruptly into a pole. Uninjured, the rider hopped off, inspected the damage, and turned to the startled farmer. "My name is Jill Savage," she said sweetly, "Could I please borrow your hammer?"
In her black boots and waterproofs, blonde hair stuffed carelessly into a green helmet, pert Jill Savage looked like a B-movie caricature of a reformatory-bound juvenile delinquent. But Cyclist Savage, 23, is more than a thrill-happy young Briton. She is a grim competitor in one of the world's most...
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