Picture it: the sun is shining. The wind whispers softly from the east. And nuclear families in kneepads, wiry men in Speedos, handsome ladies with dogs, and awkward couples in the first blush of Patagonia-lined love crowd the MINUTEMAN BIKE PATH for one orgy-tastic commune with nature. It seems only fitting that the Bikeway, which stretches from Cambridge to Bedford, is famed for winding through the birthplace of the American Revolution. After all, if you can dart between the double-wide strollers, pimple-faced kids on skates, and grinning morons in helmets without opening fire on someone yourself, you’re a special soul indeed.
