Tonight's ride wasn't quite as exciting as that, but at the Black Earth city limit sign Mel threw his arms up with about 10 feet to go... just as I passed him to beat him by half a bike.
Old road racers don't stop, they just get on single speeds... and drink coffee. Lots of coffee and breves. To avoid expensive therapy and to work on my creative writing, I'll be posting various thoughts here.
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