The peloton trails far behind, unable to catch me and the six points for the intermediate sprint are mine. Flying downhill at breakneck speed the rushing wind muffles the cheers of, "Allez! Allez!" My jersey changes from green as I begin a seemingly effortless climb. Spectators see blurred red polka dots in a field of white go by, driven by never-before-seen strength and stamina. I reach the apex and leave the last challenger in my dust. Racing to the finish, my legs burn and my breath is raspy. Drenched in sweat I arrive at work and the maillot jaune is mine. I am a bike commuter and every day I am living the dream.