What if, like my good self, you cycle so fast that the fabric of spacetime is warpedmin your wake? Quite often I arrive home form a long ride just in time to see myself leaving.
What if, like my good self, you cycle so fast that the fabric of spacetime is warpedmin your wake? Quite often I arrive home form a long ride just in time to see myself leaving.
As you approach the speed of light you get longer. So when your head reaches the end of the 10 miles, your arse is still at the start. That is what you see when you finish, your arse is still getting into gear.
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