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You: The fastest woman I’ve seen in years! On a single-speed! Exquisite style and incredibly fit, you flew on the path at the Monona terrace.
Me: Guy on black road bike with distressed green backpack.
After a hard chase, I finally passed you on the causeway and could only manage an “on your left”. I tried to come up with a more creative greeting, and considered pausing and turning around to re-catch you, but you were gone like the wind!
If you read this, tell me what color your bike was so I know it’s you.
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