At the end of yesterday’s light I was out on the cycle path and it was crazy, but it was beautiful too. It was seventy degrees in mid-November and there were lots of people out there in the magic hour that hour when the light is ideal for photos. Both Friday and Saturday at this hour, when I was ready to exit Forest Park, I was waiting at the light at Skinker and there was this guy there. It wasn’t the same guy both nights, except that it was, a fellow psychopath rider. We can recognize each other, we need no introductions. The light turned green and it was off to the races. He hung with me all the way up Wydown, not close enough to wheel suck, but still there. I just out lasted him, caught the light at Big Bend, but so did he and then made it to my turnoff. I ended up with a touch of cold weather asthma for my trouble. That was Friday, on Saturday, I let the psychopath pass me, but I hung with him, it was easier that way. Neither of us caught the light at Big Bend. I jumped the green and left him in my wake. Maybe he didn’t get the race memo that day?