All men on racing bikes resemble Lance Armstrong:
Jaw and helmet and wraparound shades.
On the most gorgeous Saturday in New York,
Bare legs emerged from shorts, bikes oiled and pumped.
My Trek Hybrid was hanging in the basement,
So I plodded three miles on the track
While cyclists churned on the main streets,
Training for Paris-Roubaix, or lunch.
has filed an interview with, of all people, me.
It's on his blog. (Just past photo of rat!) My thanks for his interest. GV
David Vecsey's sweet tale of distant love before the Web, now NYT Podcast, narrated by Griffin Dunne. Please see: