Amen!

Before I moved, I often found myself whizzing along on a nice stretch of road with little traffic and very few lights. Occasionally I would encounter another cyclist on the same route, doing the same thing. Now my commute is lights, lights, lights all the way down, and no really good way to avoid them, so I'm perfecting the art of timing them so I never have to come to a full stop: the options seem to be sprint like a madman or cruise like a yacht, so lately I'm sprinting like a madman. (I don't, of course, sprint through yellow or red lights; that would be both illegal and completely insane; I am, in fact, only moderately insane.) Yes: going fast is fun.

I just happened across a local program described as a 'bikepool' -- our local rideshare/organized carpool organization has apparently decided to try to play matchmaker for Louisville bike commuters.

I signed up and requested a novice commuting buddy, since I'm pretty comfortable on the road. I was thinking it might be nice to have someone to chat with on the ride in, and I might be able to help another budding bike commuter get his or her wings, so to speak.

Now I see the error of my ways. I should've requested not one, but five or so experienced commuting buddies, in order to harness the power of drafting.

Curses, foiled again!