Road Bike High

There was a breeze in my face that day, but I didn't feel it. I sliced through the wind in a way that seemed to defy the laws of physics while absorbing the energy of all the riders around me, sapping them of their strength and passing them by like children. I grew stronger and pedalled faster as if that equation about resistance was wrong. I burned through the miles. For the first time ever, I was one with my machine, fueled by the flourescent sports drink affixed to its frame, my frame. I rode on -- unbeatable.