grudging teeth gritting admission of possibility
The courses you describe (real roads, with real courses and not 2 or 3 miles of circular ... ah.... mechanical self-mastu um I mean mutilation....) may have more promise than the type of race I usually see on my US television.
Who knows how empty the sky is
In the place of a fallen tower.
Who knows how quiet it is in the home
Where a son has not returned.
-- Anna Akhmatova (1889-1966)