Breaking Away

I had a good workout, a good ride to work this morning, taking a short detour to Back Bay before heading towards the office.  As I got off the bike trail and onto Main street towards the office, a [construction dirt hauling] truck pulled along side of me.  The driver then moved left to give me space to ride through the construction zone. I speeded up in front of him while he trailed patiently.  As I rode through the intersect on Main and MacArthur, the trucker turned right and shouted through his window: "22 miles an hour!"

I smiled, waved and gave him a thumb-up, a grin spread across my face as I remembered the scene from Breaking Away when the main character sprint behind an 18-wheeler.