So I pull up to the light and have a ricer look over at me, light turns green, crap bad launch he has me off the line. We hit second he is still ahead but I am gaining,hit third and I'm at his back tire we it fourth and we are finally dead even, I didn't pass him till I was in 12th. Fucking 10 year old doesn't want a piece of my huffy again, I have a stage two weight reduction, no more water bottle or reflectors. Who wants some.