Whenever Rock was around this ultra-distance crowd, he felt a bit out of place. He had volunteered to help along a stretch of a race somewhere near Little Rock and recognized many of the participants and other volunteers, but no one acknowledged him.
He and several others were in a small, old house along a highway on the course. Its rooms were cluttered with tables and fold-out chairs and boxes full of assorted supplies. Rock was in a bathroom when he suddenly noticed he was naked from the waist down. Before he could find a towel or anything else to wrap himself with, several volunteers walked in, including his longtime acquaintances Stan Fergusin and Paul Turnor. They quickly turned away as Rock picked up a stray dish towel and attempted to cover himself.
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