Queen of Draft

Most people who know me, know I am the queen of draft. It is a skill I work on every chance I get. Don't get me wrong, I want to come away from a ride feeling like I've ridden, but given the opportunity I'm going to find a smooth steady wheel to sit behind. So, for the second Sunday in a row, I've had the pleasure and opportunity to ride with Mark and Amy Wise. Last Sunday (Aug 15), there were 5 of us for 75 miles, with Jamie on Amy's wheel, Sen. Dave on Mark's, and me tucked smartly in the "sweet spot". Yesterday (Aug 22) it was Mark, Amy and me, and Fergie for about 10 miles. They planned to do 100, but I think between the looming t-storms/rain, and the small turnout, they dropped it back to 85. I dug pretty deep to hang on to the two of them. First half of the ride was dry and into a headwind; second half was a wet tailwind. At least the temps were around 80. In the end I begged them to leave me at the bottom of Reedy and let me die a slow death by myself. But no, they tortured me by slowing down to my speed. I've never had kids but I described the ride as giving birth. Incredibly painful during the event, but once it's over, you've forgotten all about the pain. As Billy V would say, another one in the bank.