Cars whizzed past at speed; up ahead Wylie spotted, rollerblading down the middle of the highway, what he took to be a lunatic. He drew closer and thought, “that looks like Coach.” Then … that is Coach!” Leach, it turned out, was perfectly sober. He’d thought it all through. He was learning to rollerblade, he explained, and the middle of this highway was the flattest, truest surface in all of Lubbock.
