The Oldie

Put the brakes on, Cycling Mikey

This is absolutely the last thing a writer on nodding terms with sanity would admit to in print. If the editor has any residual professional pride, he'll start the trenchant sacking letter on reading the next sentence.

But I cannot find the words.

I can, not to brag, find some words. However, the adequate words for a certain Mike van Erp remain beyond location.

I've been searching fruitlessly for them for about a month, since reading about him in the . Every time I think.

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