Fake racing round 2 (in haiku)

I broke; Chris countered.
I bridged. 3 with us ... 2 ... 1
Pack's close! Chris digs ... Yay!

sunday

slept in. met at 11:00 on west campus. sunny, perfect temperature, low humidity. slowly cruised out to mapleview farm for ice cream. tried some downhill-coasting races. as expected, greater mass beats aerodynamics. but treachery beats mass--if you can grab a jersey pocket or saddle you can slingshot yourself past a bigger rider. rolled back to durham and went to LocoPops. heck yeah.