Bicycle Race
Lensfield Road Crossing In UK, it’s outlandish to believe that a town or city can be completely flat. Cambridge, in fact, is quite flat. But thanks to a hill in the north called Castle Hill such outlandish are precariously kept at bay. It’s a lone mole on the smooth skin that makes this part of the land, called the Fens. Cycling up that hill can be quite a challenge, especially at night, after booze and fine cuisine at a formal dinner. Down the hill on a sunny day can be a real joy. So I did one day, swooping down Castle Street like an eagle swooping to catch its prey. My prey? Another cyclist a few metres ahead of me. I had to catch him before we reached the Bridge Street crossing. It didn’t happen. The guy had too much momentum downhill. So I hoped the lights would turn green before I reached the line. But they didn’t, and I screeched to a halt. The flow was already broken. A few tense moments passed as I tried to read the mind of the cyclist beside me. The signal turne...