And then I crest the first hill and I'm in blissful isolation. My body absorbed the pain and onward I go. Faster now. Ever bigger gears. And more victims. More riders to bring to the slaughter. They start to descend back down and disappear. Maximum attack. I'm hunched over the bars, going flat out. They're still ahead but the descent now switches back and across the hill, then back again in a lazy S. Fucking useless all of them. They're on the brakes, squealing away. Morons. Speed is everything. Pussy. I don't even bother passing wide as they turn into the corner. I bisect them. Two on the left, two...