Saturday, under clear skies, warm weather, the wind at our backs, I felt like we had a “good” ride to Woodridge. The ride home was another thing all together, but the ride out had all the makings of the perfect ride. Still, with seemingly all the essential elements in our favour, that “special something” wasn’t quite there for me. It was good, but not great.
Then there was today with grey skies, cool, wet, alternating drizzle and steady rain, slurping rooster tails in the draft, and somehow it felt like a great ride. What is that? How does that work? I think, for me, it might have been the synchronized efficiency of our draft. With the smoothness of a maserati transmission we slipped in and out of draft, dodging potholes, buffeting wind, climbing and descending (there actually IS some going to Richer). We seemed particularly in tune with each other and each one seemed to pull just the right amount. The stars aligned and we were a force…team MIT. Thanks for a great ride guys!