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Runners return to the streets of Manitou Springs for the annual casket race

For Jim Mayo and his crew, inspiration struck over a bottle of wine. Or two, or maybe it was three?

Mayo was unimpressed when he first saw signs advertising Manitou Springs casket races a few years ago. He was in town from Texas to visit his son, who lives in Colorado Springs. “Well, how stupid is that?” he thought of the races.

But the idea percolated, haunting Mayo’s subconscious for two years until she returned with the right conditions: a family Christmas party. With alcohol.

“I said, ‘You know that stupid race we were talking about? Let’s go in,” Mayo said. “And here we are.”