Mr Dawes, you misunderstand. I’m talking about
something that will make a fuel cell look just like
the large battery it really is.’
did you get my number?’
the Worldwide Web - ACF is full of all sorts of useful
stuff. Not to mention Velo Vision.’
need to see you,’ the caller insisted. ‘I’ll
pay you well.’
Dawes was getting mad. ‘I’m sorry but
I really need to visit the bathroom – goodbye!”
not going anywhere! It’s just too damn early
and it’s only chapter one. The dream was emblazoned
in his mind. Reluctantly, he put on his Campagnola
Giro d’Italia dressing robe and freewheeled
downstairs. As Dawes sat alone, the silence of his
home was shattered again by the soft ringing tone
of his fax machine. Too exhausted to be annoyed he
let out a tired chuckle.
probably works for the UCI undercover, he thought.
If the Union Cycliste Internationale think that they
can fool me with this, then they better take their
over-regulated bikes and... ‘HOLY CTC!’
at the fax, a wave of nausea hit him. The image on
the page was of a bike - a carbon low racer of the
type favoured in the low countries. The machine had
been stripped of all its components and the handlebars
had been twisted and now faced completely backward.
On the comfortable looking foam seat was a terrible
burn. The bike had been branded... imprinted with
an ornate symbol. It was something Claude B Dawes
knew. Very well. He stared at the fax in disbelief.