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I was training on my bike with 2 other gentlemen, approaching a valley we saw another cyclist descending at speed. Hatefully we dropped into the valley after him and pushed hard to get a good speed up. The man was lame, going half our speed and about to get a fly-by that would knock him off his stupid fucking bike. He looked all ungainly and bandy legged, pedaling like a clown in a circus.

We curled up to gain speed and hammered forward, rocketing swiftly up the sloth like moron’s arse.

It was then that I noticed the man had no legs. He was cycling on carbon prosthetics from the thigh down, painfully pushing his stumps into each pedal revolution.

We shot by in unison, a perfect machine, and high fived each other as we left him for dead.