As many of you know (having been barraged with a Twit-tensity worthy of @justinbieber), Saturday I rode in the Nashoba Learning Group annual bike-a-thon. Nashoba Learning Group is a school in Bedford Massachusetts for children with Autistic Spectrum disorders. Our family has been involved with the school since its founding over a decade ago; it now has 90 students. It achieves wonderful results, and shares what it learns generously. And now we're also building an adult program as well.
This year's ride was among the most beautiful I can remember -- a lovely, relatively cool and dry New England summer day. Nonetheless, experience has taught me to seek any advantage possible. So, at breakfast, I spied this number, and imagined the drafting possibilities of a one-machine peloton:
10 miles into my admittedly parasitic strategy (Hey, I did offer to take my turn at the front, but I think they laughed), I thought I heard "Activate les contre-measures!" I thought I saw tacks, but I really can't be sure. Slowly though, the sound of the breeze in my ears was replaced with a slow hiss...
Furiously I pedaled - no, clawed - my way back. Well, scratched a bit. Let's just say it was a nice day for a ride.