Arre, I watch the boys cycle to school with their heavy bags, leaning into the Ponda hills, and I think, that sitting on someone's wheel—it's not cheating, it's learning the wind. When my neighbour taught me to fix that broken plastic fan, he said, "Watch my hands, don't talk," and I understood: you draft to see the rhythm, not to save your legs. Too many talk about watts and strategy, but I notice who gets dropped first on the climb, and that's the child carrying the extra weight at home.
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