A few years ago, well actually 25 or so I lived in Boston (US not Lincs.) and needed to get about 30 miles north in a couple of hours. Either you go around the harbor and add an hour to the trip or go through the tunnel under the harbor... which on a bike was illegal. Being young and fit I went for it. As I started on the down side I got in behind a small truck with a closed cab on the back and 2 kids about 8 or 10 looking out the window at me. They never batted an eye lid, just passively watched as I drafted 5 feet from them at about 40mph on the old (well newish then) Raleigh fixie. I doubt the parents even knew I was there and when I got to the toll booth out on the other side I was so high from the effort and carbonmonoxide that I was laughing as I evaded the toll keeper.
I always wondered what those 2 were thinking and if as adults when they drive through the tunnel they think of the crazy guy twiddling through the tunnel a few feet from them?
A few years ago, well actually 25 or so I lived in Boston (US not Lincs.) and needed to get about 30 miles north in a couple of hours. Either you go around the harbor and add an hour to the trip or go through the tunnel under the harbor... which on a bike was illegal. Being young and fit I went for it. As I started on the down side I got in behind a small truck with a closed cab on the back and 2 kids about 8 or 10 looking out the window at me. They never batted an eye lid, just passively watched as I drafted 5 feet from them at about 40mph on the old (well newish then) Raleigh fixie. I doubt the parents even knew I was there and when I got to the toll booth out on the other side I was so high from the effort and carbonmonoxide that I was laughing as I evaded the toll keeper.
I always wondered what those 2 were thinking and if as adults when they drive through the tunnel they think of the crazy guy twiddling through the tunnel a few feet from them?