Transformation (2)

Twenty four hours later, and I’m riding through downtown in a t-shirt and rolled up jeans. I’m moving quickly, sliding between cars and pedestrians. I slide on to the drops and hammer through the light at Smithfield and Liberty, and quickly, barely breaking cadence, I lean left to 10th Street, and then right to Penn Avenue. Soon, the sun is at my back in the Strip District, my shadow stretching out in front of me, the pinwheel of my chainring measuring my pace.