“Excuse me, when your my age you need all the help you can get”, as the older gent passed us and proceeded to climb the dirt road at around 20 mph. Mo giggled and then busted out in a laugh. I know that laugh. It is the same one that I heard when I licked a department store window.
“Just look at how fast he is going”, she said as the figure disappeared about a half-mile ahead already. That was all I needed. I pursued the man in black across the desert.
Never mind the debate. I have my insights. And I want to get one of these things so I can do reps on my favorite downhill track.
I never caught the man in black. I am no match for a 750-watt electric bike. I stopped and took off my shoes and socks and walked back to camp. Mother earth, what shall I do?