Headed south on Highway 106 to Concord, NH. I’m about 18 miles out. In this
photo is a sleek biker named Jeremy. He caught me on the downhill. “Recognized your plate; I’m from New Foundland,” he said referencing my Nova Scotia license plate.
“Sorry to disappoint, I’m from Wisconsin,” I said.
The sweat was pouring off Jeremy. I asked him if it was tough to catch me and he said it was.
So kind.
Then he raced off and I continued to eke along with my dinosaur tail of gear.
NOTE: He’s that wisp of a biker behind the car…. Hear me pronouncing ‘car’ like you’re from HARvard.)
