These men… Who knows where they’re going, how far, and if I can really keep up on my bike if they go too far
and merges smoothly into traffic.
I narrow my eyes and put on speed, pedaling after them.
They’re in a car, but I have the advantage of being a kid on a bike. I can use the sidewalks and the bike lanes, skip the traffic jams, fall back when I want to, or put on a burst of speed to pass a bunch of cars waiting at a red light.
Four blocks over, though, I start having my doubts.
I must be crazy.
These men… Who knows where they’re going, how far, and if I can really keep up on my bike if they go too far.
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