:He was….. fast

January 18th, 2012 | No Comments » |

5.50am.

Far to steamy for that time of the morning but the quietness was nice; no commuters jamming the bike path.

I cross the main road at the end of the path and head over to the flyover. That’s when he appeared.

Silent. I didn’t see or hear him at all. The morning commuter on his Kona.

He zipped passed me and sped off. I’ll catch him on the fly over, easy.

But it wasn’t.

He kept ahead and sailed off the footpath to cross the intersection; the cleanest, smoothest hop I’d seem in a while. He made no noise, just a ‘pop-hop’ and off again.

I got close half way over the flyover. I had reeled him in that little bit.

But then it was onto the bridge climb. A fast down and then up to the apex of the bridge. Maybe 4-500 meters all up.

Feeling good, warmed up, and pushing my single ‘big’ ring, my pace was not slow… his was just faster, smoother.

Better.

I hit the apex of the climb, I can still see him. Maybe, just maybe, I can pull him in on the drop down to the switchback path.

Not a chance.

Just as quietly as he arrived in my ride, he vanished. He dropped the hammer and was no where to be seen.

No where.

That dude was fast.

To you Sir, whoever you are, I tip my hat.

 

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