Michael peddled hard, zooming past trees on either side and daring his legs to move as fast as they could. He knew Jane was right on his tail, and he also knew that she biked a lot more than he did, so he was not going to keep this lead up for long.
Sure enough, Jane started to gain on him, closing the gap, determination on her face paired with a smirk. It didn’t take long for her to catch up, neck-and-neck with Michael, demonstrated by the sound of wheels transitioning from pavement to wood as she hit a creek bridge right before he did.
The Taco Ride was a west Iowa tradition: the biggest weekly bike ride event in the country. Every Thursday afternoon throughout the summer and into the fall, thousands of Nebraskans and Iowans would park their cars on the edge of Council Bluffs, Iowa, an
