(For Marc)

It was just me and a friend. We had countless rides behind us and together had earned the status of breakaway companions.

In cycling, the bond between riders is measured in miles.

We veer off on paths the others don’t know about and, arriving back, we slap hands, that satisfied gesture, signalling once again the peloton had failed to catch us.

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January 27, 2020 — Le Braquet Cycling Club

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