‹  The Tower
the dial is already turning
inside the time machine: a riveted brass console with a great lit dial and a pull lever, in a quiet apricot and rose art-deco room at sunrise, shelves of round canisters beside it and dawn light through a tall arched window

The Time Machine

Your racing record, kept on the reels: splits, streaks and placements for every night you ran. And soon, a timeless ticket to run any night you missed. No prize, no clock that counts. Just the run.

Your past races
The Time Ticket · coming soon
Every past night, unlocked at once, for a small monthly fare. It does not exist yet, and nothing here is for sale today. Tell us if you’d want it and we’ll know whether to build it.
· no prize, no clock ·