So, while I was waiting for my green light and a chance to turn left, I see
this old guy coming the opposite way turn right, on to the road I'm headed
for. He's wearing an ancient helmet and a white t-shirt. He's got snow-white
hair, and a snow white beard, sorta like Santa Claus and he's maybe even as
old as Denver Fox, or Leo L., or one of those guys.
I think, as soon as the light turns green, I'm gonna catch that guy, no
problem. The light turns green, and I take off after him. Problem is, it
takes both all of my focus and all of my effort to try to close the gap
between us. As soon as I slack on either my focus or my pedalling, the gap
starts to widen again.
Finally, we get to the big downslope. I figure I'll catch him there, because
older folks usually aren't that aggressive going down hills. Damn, he's
still ahead of me! Only when a big truck pulls a doofus manoeuver, and
traffic is stopped in all directions do I finally manage to catch up to him.
While we're waiting for the truck to finish backing, I say to him, "You're
really fast for an old guy! I've been trying to catch up to you -- and for
quite a while. If it hadn't been for this truck, I never would have been
able to do so!" He seems to regard this comment as amusing. I make a
flattering remark about his legs. The road clears, and we both take off. At
the bottom I turn right, and he goes straight, and that's the end of my
tale.
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Claire Petersky
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