Channeling my inner Joe Abercrombie today to ask, “Why do I do these things?”
Riding up the Hudson Greenway yesterday, a guy jumps on my wheel & drafts for maybe a mile. I pulled over, so so he could come around, but he just sat there, sucking my draft. Eventually, I pull over & see a guy about my own age, fully kitted out, riding a new-looking racing bike.
“Come on, guy. Really?” I ask. “I’m 53, riding a folding bike, wearing a backpack.”


