It was a pickup group at the clock tower. Tim, Paul, a guy visiting from Atlanta named Bill, and Jim, who was recovering from a crash (“my collarbone is just cracked but I do have a couple broken ribs.”) We picked up Will as we came through The Neighborhoods. About 12 miles in, I was on the front and we had just crested a little rise. It was just enough of a hill that the pace line splintered out of order and behind me I could hear guys jokingly arguing about whose turn it was to pull. That’s when I hear Bill, the guy visiting from Atlanta, say, “Look guys, I’m just a guest in your house.” Such a great line. And one that only a strong rider could pull off. He did.
133 words about 32 miles and The Guest
133 words about 32 miles and The Guest
133 words about 32 miles and The Guest
It was a pickup group at the clock tower. Tim, Paul, a guy visiting from Atlanta named Bill, and Jim, who was recovering from a crash (“my collarbone is just cracked but I do have a couple broken ribs.”) We picked up Will as we came through The Neighborhoods. About 12 miles in, I was on the front and we had just crested a little rise. It was just enough of a hill that the pace line splintered out of order and behind me I could hear guys jokingly arguing about whose turn it was to pull. That’s when I hear Bill, the guy visiting from Atlanta, say, “Look guys, I’m just a guest in your house.” Such a great line. And one that only a strong rider could pull off. He did.