An open letter

An open letter to all those punk kids who snicker as I ride by in my screamingly colorful spandex bike gear:

You’re so cool? I’ll see you at 6 in the morning, then, and we’ll bomb out the hills to Luther. Bring your trick bikes. We’ll see who’s rocketing up hills at 16 miles an hour and who’s pulling their baggies out of the chainring.

Oh, it’s on!

Signed, Le Lion du Luther