I am a pretty good cyclist and by most any measure in pretty darn good shape. Well, I was in Ft Lauderdale for a day before my connection on back home. I rented a hybrid sorta machine, not totally unfortunate just to cruise around and maybe snorkel off the beach like at Atlantic/Commercial piers. Anyways, this chick goes by me as I was going along on my rented hybrid clunker, well, she was on some POC beach cruiser with balloon tires as big as those on a 47 Buick. The girl was rock'n. I was trying to make enough speed to hang in her wake but this girl just kept steady pulling away in flip flops on rubber pedals, squeak, squeak, squeak. No, she did not look fit, she was skinny, scrawny, legs hardly bigger than a toothpick. HeXX, I think she weighed less than my water bottle. And she was toting a huge pack! I finally, with great effort overtook her, but my fun meter was wrapped off the peg, I don't know what she was on but whatever it was, I need some of it.

LC