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Riding the Wind

Back when I was a kid I used to race the bus home on my brother’s old steel Schwinn 10 speed. I had no loud engine, no power measured by horse, but I almost always beat it home across town. I loved that feeling, like flying home riding the wind. But ever since I wrecked that bike decades ago it has been one mt bike after another, at least a 1/2 dozen or so over the years. This summer, on a whim, I once again picked up a classic steel road cycle. Super light and built for speed. And once again, this weekend, flying between falling leaves I caught a breath of that wonderful flying feeling I had as a kid. Racing cars. Pushing harder. Nothing like it. The machines we build, the greatest of all are the one we power ourselves. Thanks Discover Hartford Tour, for helping this kid discover the joy of riding the wind again.