Never the Arrow

A break of three others had just finished a minute or so up on the main field. We were cooling down after the field sprint, talking about the race, the sprint and squirrelly riders.

I complimented my former teammate's new bike, which was rolling on a pimpy set of Zipp 808 tubulars. I asked him how he liked them and he said some version of "They're great, but I need to figure out a way to make them go faster."

Amen, brother.

Always the Indian.

Never the arrow.