Typed up the past few days' efforts, and queued up the final post in my walk report. Wheels has broken 32K! (Admittedly, some of that's square brackets saying things like [plot goes here] and [why is she in Italy anyway?] but since those will eventually be real words I'm counting them.)
Today's snippet is part of Ben's memory of his one clean win.
It had been a long day out in the break. The five of us had worked hard to get away and stay away, and now, with forty-five kilometres to the finish, it was beginning to look like one of us could take the win. We had six minutes; using the rough-and-ready formula that says it takes a chasing peloton ten kilometres to bring the gap down by a minute, we were safe. Assuming that none of us did anything stupid, because we could only maintain that so long as we worked together. I was surreptitiously checking out my four companions, wondering who was the strongest, who would attack first, and who would fall off the back when they did. I suspect that everyone else was doing exactly the same thing.
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Today's snippet is part of Ben's memory of his one clean win.
It had been a long day out in the break. The five of us had worked hard to get away and stay away, and now, with forty-five kilometres to the finish, it was beginning to look like one of us could take the win. We had six minutes; using the rough-and-ready formula that says it takes a chasing peloton ten kilometres to bring the gap down by a minute, we were safe. Assuming that none of us did anything stupid, because we could only maintain that so long as we worked together. I was surreptitiously checking out my four companions, wondering who was the strongest, who would attack first, and who would fall off the back when they did. I suspect that everyone else was doing exactly the same thing.
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Must go read your walk entry blog, really enjoying those.