Saturday, June 22, 2019


The guy in front of me is on a fixie - a fixed, single-gear bicycle - and I’m definitely faster than him on these downhills. I can tell because I keep having to hit my brakes so I don’t pass him, since the bike path is kind of narrow and busy, and passing isn’t super safe right now.

Then we both turn the corner to head south on Vanderbilt, and there’s this long uphill, and the wind is no longer at our backs, and I suddenly notice that this guy’s calves are really cut, like really defined?

And I’m watching him just sort of get smaller and smaller ahead of me, until he passes through the upcoming intersection a good half-block before I get there, and I miss the light, and he’s gone.

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