the GOT bike

I bemoan that Google, in their corporate reorganization under the new moniker of Alphabet, dropped that as their motto, but I'm inclined to at least partially forgive their willingness to shift to the dark side as their Maps has a tenancy to route bike directions off of motor vehicle accessible infrastructure wherever possible. That can often mean a lot more time on the bike, following a more sequitous path that might not be restricted to pavement. What's not to like in that? Well, one could easily claim schedule delays, when what could be a ride of a little over four hours takes six. That's what happened when I headed to Winchendon on Saturday to spectate, and help as possible, at my friend Amy's Race for DFL (Dead Freakin' Last). I've never heard of this format, sometimes called a backyard ultra, in bike racing, but for runners in means repetitions of a roughly four mile lap every hour until nobody else is still willing to join the winner, who completes one mo...