no sprint contested

the bike was
light tonite
power surges
lactate mitigated
positioning posturing
no one ever hears me
earphones with boys beastie
chatter of brakes
tri bars and unshaven legs
there's mention of eminent crashing
lap counter is poised
laps tick down
I'm sitting in
power surge
struggling in the wind but
sucking wheel
making plays
moving up at the right moment
there's one lap to go
i'm back too far
come along the outside uncontested
guarding forces
unleashing jumps across to the front
i'm well positioned with 400 meters
there the car pulls out
we pull up
no sprint contested