Now I blow by the clowns in the peloton with their dumb time trial bikes and helmets and matching jerseys. Yeah, my endurance bike just spit gravel in your face. My wife won’t even ride with me anymore because I’m miles ahead in a matter of minutes.
This could be a festive parade he was riding in. Maybe he was actually passing clowns riding clown bikes. It could be why he thinks 19 or 20 solo is really fast. Maybe the circus was in town rolling down Main .
