I was fortunate to be able to crash the Easter Sunday ride of New England bike racing's first family. Everyone knows and loves Markie, but if you ever get a chance to ride with Frankie, you take it. Frankie was and in my mind still is THE MAN. He is second wheel here behind Uncle Mark, but trust me, most of the time he was on the front, and we were FLYING. His boys, twins Cameron and Brendan, were on junior gears, but they already exhibit the smoothness and polish of riders with years of experience. Frankie was taking them around 100 miles from their home in Leicester to Grandma's house in Plymouth, and me and Marky met up with them on the road and tagged along for a bit. I didn't pull once. Thanks for reading.
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