I have read quite a bit lately about a bike beating a car in a commute race. I have even talked about the time it takes in a car vs. bike on my own route here. Still, I have been involved with a race with my neighbor during the past month.
Typically, I will leave for work a few minutes before him. He'll usually pass me right before I turn on the the bike trail. We'll meet again once I turn onto the main road. Nine times out of ten, I will be ahead of him. I head towards the highway overpass and then turn onto the main road of my commute. Then I ride for two or three minutes, waiting for the familiar honk. My neighbor pulls up next to me, honks his horn, give me the "you owe me a beer" sign, then pulls away. There was always a little comfort in the thought that he just barely beat me the train yard where he works.
Today, with two days of school left, I beat him. Maybe he'll buy me a beer this weekend. I'm in the mood for Sam Smith's Oatmeal Stout.
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