One hit--that's all it took, and he was hooked on a new drug... the sport of cycling.

Sunday, December 4, 2011

Excerpt

J.P. took a deep drag on the whole scene and awakened to a new level of consciousness--the blur of colors, the stealthy sounds of wheels and tires through air and on asphalt, sponsors’ logos on shorts and jerseys like NASCAR minus the redneck, and the striations in the riders’ quad and calf muscles as they rode by for the last time.



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