The 'man'

Today was work followed by 3 1/2 hrs of fire alarm class. Yesterday was the better day. A quick installation of a tube on the Seven and I was off to ride with the Arb Group. Mr Supple announced the Fitchburg Polizei were staking out the new stop sign at Seminole and Lacy roads (part of the H8er route) and were ticketing cyclists who do the Cali roll. It was agreed we would ride neutrally until that stop and then be at each other's throats. I love roadies when they try to be civil. We rolled up on the intersection and there was nary a Crown Vic but all ~30 of us put a foot down and waited our turn. We'd maybe made 100m when a PA blared "NO MORE THAN 2 ABREAST ON THE ROAD!"

They're not breasts... they're 'man-boobs' officer.

The cruiser followed us for the next 5 miles before I followed an attack with two others. A few minor hills and a couple of bends in the road and I look back to see what the gap was but was puzzled to see an empty road. I hadn't heard anything like a crash, a flat or the cruiser's siren. So we kept our heads down and kept going. All the way to Paoli, then to Verona and then back easterly home. With a couple of miles to go to the Arb my calves stared to cramp so I tried to simply survive as the two kept it pinned at 27mph. I kept thinking 'it isn't July dammit, I shouldn't be going this hard.' I faded before PD and noodled home. 55 miles at a harder pace than I wanted but I feel fine today. I still don't know where everyone went...