Young, dumb, and full of ***. This story is about 20 yrs old now.

The fastest I've been was 90-110 kph drafting a transport truck in the wee hours of the night. I held the draft for about 5 km or so. A very weird experience indeed. I was down in the drops (waiting for the slightest hint of tail lights.), 'spinning' my largest gear, and still having time to pause and coast for a sec or two. It was 'quiet'. I could hear the motor on the truck, the truck tires on the road, the clicking of my freewheel, and light laboured breathing. Amazing.

Then I remembered the railroad tracks that were on this strip of highway (the warning flash from this almost caused me to panic as I didn't know exactly were I was in relation to the tracks. A pause off of the peddling and a feather to the brakes, and I started to break out of the slipstream. That is when the speed/air became a real issue. I was being pushed from both sides and the front by huge turbulent waves of air. Just as I slowed to normal speeds I came up on the tracks. A thrilling ride, but a real close call.

Riding 'windless' is an experience that is hard to beat or repeat. Risking turning myself into hamburger at 2 am 'JUST GOES WITH OUT SAYING', is ONE of the many stupid things that I've done while riding.