Getting Faster

Gritting my teeth and spiting the wind I barrelled down New Light at 28.7 getting faster with each stroke of the pedal. Having already rode for an hour and ten, I couldn't believe I had the energy to go this hard, yet still I pushed it up to 30.1 on the flats! Another hill tried to tame me, but I crested that at 20.9 and spun down the backside shifting for just one more gear. On the brink of out of control, I saw visions myself at the bottom of the hill tangled in a twisted heap of bicycle and me. With a grin on my face I got low and went for broke.