I was riding the fixie to school today, and I passed a road geek wearing the postal service outfit and riding the usps trek. I didn't think twice about it because I see him all the time. He lives up the street, and has about the same commute as me. As I ride by, I hear 'click-click-click' as he shifts. After a few seconds, I still hear him behind me. I look back, and he's pounding away, face twisted into a grimace, trying to draft me. I said to him, "Aww, aren't you cute?" then blasted away. I don't know why it feels so good to dust those neon-colored-organ-donors, but I love it.

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