The grizzled old cyclist astride the lug steel antiquated downtube shifter rode directly into the sun, shunning the fashionable Oakley's, loathing the latest aerodynamic time shaving carbon device, speed the last thing he pursued, seeing distinctly in the glare the shimmering mirage of the old nemesis, with the lost friend motioning to bridge the gap, slowing momentarily to allow him to draft in the slipstream of his memory.
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