Good Vibes Only: Drafting A Squirrel
Today I drafted a squirrel. Pedalling along, the canal beside me steaming tendrils into the frozen air, my lead out squirrel sat on the frosted fence ahead. Spotting me, it turned tail and ran along the wooden rail, fluffy tail extended in a squirrely version of the superman. It must have had cold feet, its little paws leaving no prints, only the tch-tchickity-tchick of claws in the jagged ice crystals. I closed in on that…
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