When I climb into the cockpit of my Mercier I'm strapping myself in for an exceptionally fast ride. Tires are melting, twine is shreading, leather is tearing. I'm dialed up, dialed in and dialing for dollars. The glue on my sew-ups starts to sizzle. My bell chimes 29 times for each man on the Edmond Fitzgerald. The red, white and blue bands on my Mercier look like a waving French flag as I take the checkered flag darting past a big yellow taxi. I slow down to take in the hissing of summer lawns, and a bug filled smile forms on my face. Strength + Endurance = SPEED!