During one of those archeological domestic explorations – otherwise known as “cleaning out the desk” – my wonderful hubby found this piece of whimsy he had secreted away for nearly a dozen years. It harks back to the days when I dreamed of being a full-time bike racer, and submitting my literary pieces to prestigious publications to further enhance my earnings and reputation. I never heard back from Australian Triathlete – and went back to my day job.
Written ~ September 2006 (published online 28 June 2018)