pick a roadie, any roadie...
burn 'em, and burn 'em hard...just because
central park...saturday, sunday mornings are perfect pickings...
no, you don't know whether he's done 40 miles before you come up on him or he came upon you, and no he doesn't know whether you've spent 40+ hours working on your bike all week....
it doesn't matter. sometimes you get that feeling, so you take off after them to see what they've got at that moment...that's the point...no links to where yall coming from, and no links to where yall are going, so...burn that roadie (or at least try to)...let 'em bite, they often do....give em the bait....dust him up a hill, and just when he thought he could freewheel on you, lose him on the next one.... look back to let him know that he can't hold you, and dance with a swagger out of the saddle once you have finally taken his heart... let 'em know to step up his game on that 20 speed, cause this single speed don't play... if you turn off, dust first, don't let him see you... if you go straight....don't let him touch you...pick a roadie, any roadie....and have some fun