The next traffic signal turned red, and the line of cars was slowing to stop. Even though I was to the right of the line of cars (and by cars, I mean trucks and SUVs with the occasional Accord) I slowed with them.
Behind me, I heard something skid quickly in the gravel before a roadie – on what may have been a fixie – shot past me in the grass to my right. Apparently, he didn’t expect me to slow down. Not a half a second behind him was his riding buddy also riding the grassy shoulder. Rider #3 passed VERY close on my left.
It all happened so quickly that I didn’t have time to react – which is good because I probably would have picked off #3 as he brushed around me. All I could do was laugh and yell “Nice move!”
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