Welcome fellow traveler
I bet my horse is faster than your's
The year is 3500 BCE, the trusty animal we call the horse has been domesticated. Never has going from A to B and on to Z been quicker. The days are longer, the chores are shorter, and as a result, there's more time to think on the finer points of life. Within this pocket of history it's not hard to imagine that late one night, possibly after one too many alcoholic beverages, that a thought crosses the mind of one of these ancients. 'Hmm...' he thinks. 'I wonder how much quicker my horse can go from this village to the next than, say, Barry's?' Spurred on by fascination, he wastes no time in challenging, and racing said Barry to a footrace by other means. And so begins the evolution of racing using various objects external to ourselves to drive our opponents into the dust. It's a long, sometimes brutal, but always interesting history. From the sands of the Circus Maximus to today's racing gladiators, welcome to Racing Archaeology!