I thought of Pete on my long Sunday run...and laughed. Out loud, in fact. I say laugh, it was more of an extended chuckle, a chuckle that lasted a few good breaths, and then some. The trigger was that unmistakable sound of a high frequency buzzy but boomy low resonance whump whump whump and the clicky clacky pinging of rotating and meshing carbon parts on unforgiving Tarmac. A time trial bike flashed by my shoulder, it's pilot perched precariously...and I thought of this. You'll have to read it yourself. Looking good? Lumo green, please!
