Scenario:
You are on your bike, with the wind in your face, headed for a train station only two miles away. The train is 7 minutes away. You haven’t ridden in four days.
You are coming up to the last light, a straightaway, slight uphill grade after the light with nobody behind you.
There’s a truck, in front.
A delivery truck, stopped at the light in your lane.
But it’s not just any delivery truck, it’s got a big fat, flat back, with a hand truck fastened securely.
Oh and it has an ad on the back;
0 sugar / 0 calories / 0 fatigue
It’s a Red Bull truck, yes Red Bull, and it looks something like this**
Two questions:
What would you do?
What would blief do?
** (image is a mere re-enactment, because the one thing I didn’t do is snap a picture)
blief 
Don’t tell me you hit the Bull’s Eye?
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You left us in too much suspense. Did you make it to the train?
Two miles in seven minutes is about 17 mph, an admirable pace for going up a grade, but not likely the truck would go that slow.
You had to either draft that truck or sprout wings. I’m guessing you stopped to change a flat tire.
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I like Bopop’s answer, but I b’lief you did one even better: you reached out and grabbed hold of that securely-fastened hand truck and got a free ride almost all the way to the train — on time!
Your un-nerved Grandpa.
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Heck no! Y’all must think I’m loonie! Reaching out to grab that hand truck is how you get yourself your very own Darwin Award. 🙂
I did make the train – because I “grabbed onto his wheel” which is bike racing parlance for “stayed in his draft” up to ~31mph up that grade (about 300M?) until my turn, which was a little harrowing at that speed.
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