Tuesday, October 2, 2012


While cycling with my former co-worker this weekend, we spied a pack of riders ahead of us. 

At what age do the people in front of you morph into just people out having fun.  Right now for me they are more than that.  They need to be reeled in.  They need to be behind me.  I must catch the rabbit.

Why?  Does this change?

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