Weekend distraction: Flashback Flash Fiction--Biking in Hell
I apparently originally wrote this one in 2014, and I know exactly what climb and descent were in my mind at the time! I don't bike much anymore, but can still relate to this version of hell, though I forgot to put in the saddle sores and knee pain... Biking in Hell "They're always there," Phil said. "If you get up enough speed to have fun, they'll nail you. And if you’re making headway on the hill, they’ll belch exhaust at you." "How do they do it?" Phil shrugged. "I used to call those things the spawn of Satan. Turns out I was right." The two cyclists struggled up the hill, which grew steeper as they neared the top. A jacked-up pickup passed them, leaving a cloud of thick black diesel exhaust in its wake. By the time the summit was in sight, both stood on the pedals, straining every fiber to make any headway at all, gasping for air. Jim sighed with relief as he topped out, but even as the riders s...