A group gathered at Southborough station and waited as black clouds covered the Maxfield Parrish skyline. Wind whipped pillars of sand into the cooling night air and we took cover as clouds let out a little moisture. We were waiting for midnight on the eve of the Boston Marathon.
As midnight approached, the group grew in number to over 2800 riders. With lights, bells, music, costumes and bikes galore . . . imagine “A Midsummer Night’s Dream” with bikes and boom-boxes. Whimsically fabulous, the ride is an annual tradition that remains one of my favorites.Read More