The Ace bit into the tarmac. It didn’t corner, it carved. We slingshotted out the other side, holding on to so much speed that the bend was behind us before I could think much more about it. But I like to believe that in a hard turn on some quiet country road in eastern Pennsylvania, visible to no one but me, my line is still there.
"The power transfer is ungodly. Stamp on the pedals—from a standstill, from 17 miles per hour, or from 30 mph—and the bike goes like a stabbed rat, visceral acceleration, in and out of the saddle."
- Peloton Magazine