By: C. Kent, aka (Superman)
Special Edition: Mission Improbable!
I was resting peacefully in my safe house located somewhere is the remote town of Hemet when I heard the low growl come from the throat of my attack Rat Terrier letting me know there was a disturbance on my front sidewalk. I got up and walked outside to see what the problem might be. I watched as a cat walked by slowly as if watching my every move as I walked out to pick up the morning paper. It looked innocent enough but I have been with the agency long enough to know the cat just might be a spy checking up on me. My paper was wrapped in a plastic bag and I found the note from the agency director. The note read as follows:
“Mr. Kent the director wants you to know that Mr. Big has assigned Boris and Natasha the task of makes a bike ride almost impossible for today. They have access to a weather machine that will make it cold and damp with winds that will cycle around and hit any riders directly in the face with a piercing cold that will cut to the bone. The director wants you to assemble a team to make a short ride west crossing the Domenigoni Saddle twice before stopping at the Hemet Airport. If you accept the assignment you will get a hot cup of coffee to prove that the evil empire can’t stop us from riding with a weather machine. As always if you fail the director will toss you under the bus and call you a failure.”
My choice of a team was small, two fast attack riders, Rocket and Cossack, a strong man. Sea Lion, a navigator, Dura-max and a planner, myself. We left the meeting place and headed down Gilmore before turning right on Acacia and then left on Kirby before coming to Cypress. We were dressed more for the Iditarod that a bike ride but that was part of the plan. We spread out to make ourselves a more difficult target when Boris started the cold wind machine.
As we got to the end of Cypress Cossack received information that the evil wind machine Boris was using would be coming straight at us on Sanderson. There was also a good chance that Natasha would hit us with a cold blast when we made the turn onto Domenigoni. Cossack assured me that he would be able to block some of the wind and cold once we got rolling on Domenigoni. My core was a bit cooler than I like and my legs were just not warming up even with the effort I had to apply just to keep up.
True to the prediction we were hit by the evil empire’s one two punch of cold and wind and we had Rocket and Cossack take the lead as we were pulled down the road towards Winchester. By the slight rise at the river bed Sea Lion, Rocket and Cossack started an attack that caught Natasha off guard and Dura-max and I fell behind. Sea Lion fell back to join us by the time we got to Winchester. We regrouped at the saddle and continued on to Menifee before turning into the face of Boris’s wind machine. As we turned left on Garboni Road Natasha hit us in the side with a heavy shot of cold and we could almost hear the laugh of Mr. Big as he thought he has us beat. Cossack and Rocket pulled away towards Briggs Street and it seemed to pull some of the pressure off of the rest of us
We got back out onto Dominigoni and headed back towards the Saddle where we spread out and Rocket and Cossack took off with the wind to their back. Sea Lion, Dura-max and I regrouped at Leon and made the turn on Winchester together. We took turns pulling first to Simpson and then to Stowe with the dreaded wind machine at our backs before turning east on Stowe only to have the knife cutting wind and cold try to work into our bones.
Rocket and Cossack made a diversionary run for home and the wind and cold was directed at them giving Sea Lion, Dura-max and I a chance to pull into the Airport at Hanger one for coffee. Today the agency had one and mister Big and his minions had failed. We got our ride in and were rewarded with hot coffee and good company. It wasn’t a lot of miles and it wasn’t as fast as we have done before but we could almost hear Natasha crying to Boris, “But Dahlink, they got away and now Meester Beg will not let us be spynicks.” Another ride for the good guys.
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