I’ve been riding with these guys for 28 years now.
We meet every year or two, now that we live hundreds of miles away from each other.
This year, we met in early June to ride 4 plus hours in the wet along the Connecticut coast. All the old training roads we used to ride. All the old stories. All the old jokes — and some new ones. I never get tired of them.
We rode from New Haven, through Branford and Guildford along route 146, sprinting for all the town lines, all the way out to Madison, where I grew up. We rode past the beaches, the high school, and the field where one of us lost his virginity. I never get tired of that story.
Then we rode back through the clearing afternoon, outrunning school buses and finally feeling all that time in the saddle.
It was a beautiful day.