I thought I was Lance Armstrong. My commute home was a leg of the tour. I was riding hard, head down. Next thing I know there’s a lady on the street that I’d put the front wheel between the legs of. She was getting her mail and we collided. Luckily she was young and could take it. She was exceptionally nice about it. I think I was on an upslope so that probably helped.
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