Race Previews

She Can't Resist...

Tuesday, 07 September 2010 04:30

By Bonnie Trembler

It was race day and I had transitioned to the bike; pedaling smooth and steady with equal effort across my 360' degree rotations. The weather was perfect, the farmers' fields sailing smoothly by on my right and left, the air fresh with an overhang of crops scenting it lightly. Suddenly I felt an odd jolt beneath me. I glanced down quickly, not sure what to expect. My eyes went wide as my bike suddenly seemed to transform underneath me, the frame melting away and a smooth, black motorcycle evolving from the molten carbon lava. I jutted forward, instantly doubling my speed, not sure what was happening. I glanced down again only to look up in time to see myself crash headlong into a hay barrier that was layed out across the road. Wakening, I remembered the Easton wheels..

that I had put on my bike that day, smiling to myself.