I've never been too much a fan of riding two-abreast on a bike trail, but a Friday afternoon ride on the Minuteman with my son John is causing me to rethink that. We rode out to Depot Park together, chatting the whole time, and had a good, content-rich conversation while we pedaled along, he on his Soma Pescadero, I on my 1982 Specialized Sequoia. Aware that John's Pescadero was a steel bike set up with STI machines, I opted for the old Sequoia, which was compatibly equipped due to a recent refit. While STI was designed around the needs of racers, the ability to easily match speeds and stay synchronized serves the ends of conversation as well.
John on his Pescadero.
I on my venerable old Sequoia, which was feeling its oats.
On the outbound leg, we stopped at Battle Road Bikes, to replace a little fender hardware that seems to have gone out for a beer. Jim got us out the door and back on the trail in record time.
A good ride and a good talk were had. And I see two-abreast riding in a different light.
Me and my shadow (also, John's left foot).
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