I'll preface this tale by saying I got home from work Monday evening and it was raining so I did intrevals on the bike I keep on a mag trainer in my kitchen. Legs felt a bit gelatinous Tuesday, so I figured I'd do a nice easy spin along the lakeshore. During the easy spin, half a dozen women in shop kit out on a training ride came up behind me and passed me. Instead of acting like a macho jerk (but not wanting to miss out on the scenery), I cranked it up and rode for a bit with them, chatting with a cute blonde at the back of the group. Nice girl. Great sense of humour.
Wednesday, legs are a bit sore, again (so much for spinning Tuesday), so I decide to do the same loop, promising myself I'll stay spinning in the small ring and give the legs a rest. I'm riding along, and Ricky Racer on a new RM MTB comes up behind me and lays down the "pass of death" on me (keep in mind I'm pretty unassuming, riding an old SR equipped Bottecchia, a pair of old Peugeot shorts, an old Merlin T w. the sleeves cut off, and a bandana). He goes off about 150 ft. ahead, stays there, the starts to come back to me (I'm keeping the same cadence all the time). I catch up to him, he glaces over his shoulder and see's me coming and pops up on to the sidewalk, huffing and puffing. "what's that on yer top tube? Looks like you blew yer load, bud." Same thing happened when I was almost home. Guy on a shiny new CF Pinarello lays the smack down on me, only to fall apart a minute later. Entertaining couple of guys, to say the least.
I did chat for a few seconds at a light downtown with a woman in her mid sixties on a nice Pinarello w. full Dura Ace while on the ride. Nice lady, and a beautiful bike.
Wednesday, legs are a bit sore, again (so much for spinning Tuesday), so I decide to do the same loop, promising myself I'll stay spinning in the small ring and give the legs a rest. I'm riding along, and Ricky Racer on a new RM MTB comes up behind me and lays down the "pass of death" on me (keep in mind I'm pretty unassuming, riding an old SR equipped Bottecchia, a pair of old Peugeot shorts, an old Merlin T w. the sleeves cut off, and a bandana). He goes off about 150 ft. ahead, stays there, the starts to come back to me (I'm keeping the same cadence all the time). I catch up to him, he glaces over his shoulder and see's me coming and pops up on to the sidewalk, huffing and puffing. "what's that on yer top tube? Looks like you blew yer load, bud." Same thing happened when I was almost home. Guy on a shiny new CF Pinarello lays the smack down on me, only to fall apart a minute later. Entertaining couple of guys, to say the least.
I did chat for a few seconds at a light downtown with a woman in her mid sixties on a nice Pinarello w. full Dura Ace while on the ride. Nice lady, and a beautiful bike.
