Riding with a Tank

To Changi, 100 km. It was a slack ride with Bike Aid, until the roadies break away. I'm hot on their tail. And hot it is, so hot that my head hurts. The lead rider is on a Tank. I'm on his tail for what seems to be along time, but I drop off when my lungs feel like bursting. And he's only going 35 km/h. I amble along after that, resting, until another roadie overtakes me. I lunge behind him. The wild chase goes up to 39 km/h, until he gives me a thumbs up and goes into a slip road. Man, I hanker for a road bike again. That would be going full circle, since I'd junked my road bike 9 years ago for a mountain bike. On the way home, I meet more friends and we head for a bicycle shop where I ogle at road bikes.