Flight

Every single Bogota half-Marathon runner and Cyclovia bike rider is between my taxi and the airport - and they're winning.

Their routes have us blockaded. Traffic is not being directed. My fare rises higher.

Linda rode her bike - and look - there she is ahead of us!

I hoot and holler. We stop, put the bike in the trunk, and ride together to the airport.

Good. Now we can split the fare...

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