On Thursday I took my “ride ahead of Fred.” While he wreaked havoc in other places, he behaved more like, well, a Fred by the time he wheezed by us.
But news of a bigger storm—Henri— followed. We just missed a direct hit, but points east on Long Island and New England weren’t so lucky. Still, it’s been raining almost nonstop since late Saturday. At least I managed to take a ride into the heady of Brooklyn that morning, and to Point Lookout on Friday.
If the rain lightens, I might take a short ride on one of my fendered bikes. If I do, will I be pacing or trailing Henri?
Pacing or trailing Henri—does that sound like something a domestique might’ve done in a Tour de France?
