I could not for the life of me reel in the football-shaped man on the horizon.
When I could faintly make out a triangle of hi-viz yellow flapping about in the wind, I thought I knew what the purpose of the day’s ride was. I needed to bring this man in and apologize to him for the luster of my pedigree.
I got close enough to see that his legs looked like fenceposts made of beef, but that’s it. It was one of those days that everybody but Cipo has. When Mario senses a day like this, he goes to the beach. But here I was chasing a goddamned tourist and losing.
And now I tell you this? Well, a big part of the vida Superissimo is knowing when to wave the white flag and laugh. I laughed my sorry ass home, for as the man says, “the hounds do not always catch the fox.” Sometimes they don’t catch the football, either.