Tour de 4:12am
2 Minutes in the City: Consecutive Substack Story 1201
It was too late, too dark, too rainy and too Wilcomb for someone to be going as fast as they were on the bike headed toward Casey Dunbar.
The old streetcar tracks that ran under the train trestle were widowmakers for cyclists whether they were riding for exercise or riding to Platform Party Shoppe to get a forty.
Casey had seen the Tour de France on TV once. He knew those guys were going fast, and this guy had to be going at least as fast if not faster.
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