First Lines of "Born to Run"

For days, I'd been searching Mexico's Sierra Madre for the phantom known as Caballo Blanco--the White Horse. I'd finally arrived at the end of the trail, in the last place I expected to find him--not deep in the wilderness he was said to haunt, but in the dim lobby of an old hotel on the edge of a dusty desert town.

- Christopher McDougall, Born to Run

My cobloggers at Reading, Running and Red Sox highly recommended this book, so I finally broke down and bought this book - the paperback, not on the Kindle - and am eagerly anticipating it.