Oh, the loneliness of being the one with the drive and the skills and the muscle to be way out front in a race.
I don’t like loneliness, so that’s why I hang back in races. Way, way back. Like, the last place. It’s friendlier there. Any spectators that are left by the time I pass? Very encouraging things to say. “don’t give up!” and “You can do it!” and “You ain’t dead yet! Keep goin’!” Plus, you’re going slow enough to have a little conversation. That guy way out front? He didn’t have time to hear anything anyone said to him as he went by. It was all just a roaring blur of adulation and thrill.
Bah.
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