And so our hero bends confidently into a smooth right-hander, one-handing it while waving a greeting to the camera. Milliseconds later, the crashbars begin to live up to their name and lever the tires off the pavement. Suddenly the breezy comfort of that sturdy cotton wife-beater seems like a bad idea. Cannon says "That guy got a major strawberry just below his armpit. He was the 'fast guy' of his riding group and was in a big hurry to get back on the road before his 'less-skilled' friends showed up."