I will certainly never win a bike race - not only because I will never enter one, but I’m just too mellow, too slow, too happy looking at everything that I’m cycling by.  On Market Street on my morning commute I’m the cyclist getting dropped off the clump of bikes pulling away from a red light. Sure, I usually catch up to them all at the next light where they are all stopped again, and then I get dropped again.  But I’m happy pedaling along, seeing the sights from the seat of my bike.

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