Brian 2, John 1, Mike 4, and Brian 3 were all on my back wheel ignoring the effort, playing child, pretending the dirty dishes would wash themselves. It’s fine. There was a hill coming, and I could hear over radio exactly how quickly we were being reeled in. I wasn’t tired. My legs were better. They took to my jump like a boy to parfum, and for no reason. It’s as if they had never played this game. So I sat up. We let the rest consume us. I dropped back to my crew and we laughed. I have just taken the piss out of their greasy little order of frites de la liberté. Now, before I leave them for good, I will snack.