“I am not like the wind; I am the wind. I am faster than a team of horses, more fleet than a sparrow. I can go anywhere, be anything. I am flight.”

“You’re on a bicycle, Clarence, and you can’t ride that contraption in the mud or anywhere but around the track. And that hat is downright silly. What is that thing supposed to do anyway?”, Thomas wiped the grease off his hands and snickered as he looked at his younger brother on the bike held firmly in place on the rack, “In addition, you’re not even moving.”

“Oh, but I will. I will be the greatest bicycle racer the world has ever seen. Then, I’ll go over to France and do that Tour thing they started up a few years ago. And I’m not just going to race, I’m going to win.” Clarence proceeded to make wooshing noises and ducked his head to make himself more aerodynamic.

“Well, you’re going to have to, you know, ride it first.”

“I’m getting to that. Give me a push?”