The sun has just broken through the horizon, fast rising straight up into a clear sky. It’s going to be hot again. The noise of our wheels are muffled by the carpets of soft dust and the drifts of sand, but not quiet enough, as the first dog wakes up and starts to bark. This sets of a chain reaction, that multiplies and magnifies, intensifying the further we progress along the street. It’s not as if we can pedal hard to escape the blame or the source. One mistake on this surface and one of us will be on our ribs.