A block later, the guy on the three speed or whatever essentially wrinkles time as he passes me going about 21 mph. And what really got my attention was that and he looked like he's not even working. He's just... toodling along... in a light jacket and some slacks.
I would have gotten a picture but there was no time. He dropped me like a bad habit and I lost all chance of catching him when he made the light at Franklin and I did not.
Oh well, it's more about the ride. That's what said a few weeks ago, so it must be true.