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Chivalry is a Beautiful Thing......

Friday, 01 February 2013 00:10

By Bonnie Crossfurst

The man in the blue jeans was right on my tail. I could hear the sound of snow covered leaves crunching beneath the weight of his tires. We wound through the forest; barren trees jetting up from the ground, their leaves having fallen after the color bled out. I noticed the red ribbon beckoning to make a sudden sharp left and turned hard to stay the course. The world tipped right and the earth rose up to meet me with a crushing thud.

Breaks squealed behind me as the man in the blue jeans did an endo in his effort to keep from rolling over the top of my fallen carcass. I jumped up and heaved my bike to an upright position.

through the single track, keeping a watchful eye for more ice on the trail. He laughed,