Liquid Prose

Secret race

The other evening riding on my bicycle, I had a race with a big bad bus – and won! Okay, the bus driver didn’t know we were having a race. And he was just crawling along the side of the road as if looking for a good spot to park… but still. I sneakily raced him for about 500 meters until the next red light (should I call it signal, you think?).

W00t! It was fun!!

PS: I miss the play on words. I miss the … ah nevermind.

 

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