The story of Facebook (final result) I'm home 
No doubt his composure on the bike was what characterized him. But nevertheless, it was very difficult to take him down when he stopped thinking about it. Thus, with an infinite laziness, ascended as the angels, as if levitating over the mountains, as if gravity had been invested in its path.
His bike was not the most modern, no nano, no ligerita things. Had always sought the reliability in all its components.
was often able to ride without respect to their leaders in pursuit of victory, or at least entertainment. Was capable of the best and worst.
you wore at his side quickly and the conversation flowed, his legs were still rhythmic pace while commenting on the grandeur of the landscape, you had any housework or asked you for your father who had also met on the bike, that some years ago.
However, that day the way he moves in the group was not usual. He seemed nervous and agitated. Even his face had a tension that we had ever seen. It is true that the south wind will greatly influenced the mood. But it went further.
His eyes lost their focus away from your pedaling cadence as naturally drove, the conversation short, terse, strange openness. The miles passed in late position until he left to follow the trail of the group, when it decided, without a word, take an alternative route, a sudden twist. And suddenly alone, strange and lonely silence. He looked up to infinity without any wheel to prevent him from seeing the horizon line. Decided to uproot the computer back, threw his helmet to the shoulder and missed the time, time, space and for a second he thought he could move forward infinitely.
He went through a difficult time, maybe that ease on the bike, the ease to achieve what he intended him to lose his head. Raquel
never dawn. Even a trip that requires taking a plane early prevented it pegasen sheets. Discipline training and competition had not been sufficient to remove the taste for late nights. A snack time Sunday, after a frugal breakfast, headed out of town, riding on the first crackle of fallen leaves covering the road. Noon passed, but the autumn sun lengthened the shadows, inviting to laziness.
had been with the composure for a spin around. He would come and sweat and a little tired after fighting with the rock in a hill not far away and together they would conduct a few kilometers to a nearby diner where they were waiting for caps patatas bravas, fried calamari and marinated pork loin that would water contemplate a beer while autumn over the timid rays of sun through the trees stripped of their leaves.
And so was his ride, lazy and worse, zigzagging as it came to the sharp bend to the people left behind. And behind that curve, loneliness, finally.
Nobody knew who had secretly seeing a time, so the composure seemed strange the last few days. No longer disputed increases at the end of exits, no longer used to talk with so much interest about anything. She was absent because his mind was not already with the grupete, but that was with her, Rachel.
Rachel, meanwhile, which showed was unclear. Since he thought only met him, and their relationship, not too formal, really, with one of the people were on the line. She loved the bike, but not much used to go out with her because her noviete was no athlete and neither were her friends. And that was precisely what attracted him to the composure of his love, his passion for cycling.
This continued down the road, with their muddled thinking but revived his enthusiasm at the prospect of a new relationship with someone like her.
highway on the outskirts of town, ran a river winding around and guided perfectly by a row of poplars that marked the path. In the background, after a fastball, a curve was lost behind some rocks, and this curve arose from the composure that came decided to meet Rachel, who quickened the pulse of him. The two quickened their pace. The sky was blue and there was no one there, so that the chirping of birds and the chirping of cicadas could barely mask the noise that the wheels of both bikes produced quickly rolling on the asphalt.
He was the first to stop their march. Changed lanes and waited looking back until Rachel came to its height. They looked for an eternal moment and finally he asked her where she wanted to go that day.
-I do not care, "said it briefly. "I've gotten to where I wanted. Bicycles rolled
close together and the warm autumn air caressed their faces lit while their eyes were towards the horizon and infinite blue horizon, a horizon that will now share forever.
Note: This story started on Facebook in the first three sentences. From there a few friends assisted in the continuation of the story that I finished it to give a final coherent history. I think it has been nice. Thanks to those who have participated.
has been published in the journal 40 of the bottom bracket.
