Smug Satisfaction ! Retro Revenge !

[VanhireBoys]

Oh nice one there Goldie... Especially with co-pilot !

I was running my Pug on Bontrager 700x25 tyres as they are hardy ! My back wheel was a really cheapo jobbie which the bearings were dragging on..

I got my rebuilt MA40 with Campy hub to match the front. I got a set of blue coloured Panaracer 700x23 tyres ... I cleaned up the bike and off I went on the club spin last sunday morning... I found a big difference in the livelyness of the bike

We done about 50 miles at a right clip .. The stronger lads usually go nuts on the last 3 or 4 miles as there is a steady drag of a climb and the devil take the hindmost..

I didnt think that anyone was going to have a shot at the title but no, some superstar on a Cervelo had a go and the group speed went up - Got myself a good place and as we closed him down I reached for my old friend 52 x 16 and gunned it as hard as I could.. Pulled about 32 mph (no computer)

All of a sudden I am 25 years younger and I dare not look around ! My lungs ready to bust my heart rate is on the moon (no HRM either) ... Legs full of lactic. Push push push... Boys leave it too late to try and close me down ! They underestimated a 41 year old on a 24 year old bike ! I pull into the sports grond and I am totally shot to bits. The strong lads have that look of "we have just been robbed" on their faces

Id say the rest of the lads are going to watch my every move and from here on it wont be as easy

Love the stories lads BTW - Keep em coming...

 

[pondlife]

not quite in the same vein but a couple of years back i slammed a set of tri bars and look pedals on my folding 3 speed Dahon and hit the local lumpy evening 10.
Obviously i got lots of strange looks at my 12 inch wheels but i was the one laughing later, i lost only 4 minutes to the eventual winner, held onto the local talent on his expensive superbike round the back of the course and finished with the middle of the bike a bit floppy as the folding clamp had started to vibrate loose

great days

 

[Old Ned]

not quite in the same vein but a couple of years back i slammed a set of tri bars and look pedals on my folding 3 speed Dahon and hit the local lumpy evening 10.
Obviously i got lots of strange looks at my 12 inch wheels but i was the one laughing later, i lost only 4 minutes to the eventual winner, held onto the local talent on his expensive superbike round the back of the course and finished with the middle of the bike a bit floppy as the folding clamp had started to vibrate loose

great days

Love it!!

That's the way to do it

 

[gtRTSdh]

Well contrary to all you heroes when I first started running at about 22 I got overtaken by a 60+ year old guy on my local 1.5mile circuit, I just wanted to pack it in there and then.

 

[vivelesalpes]

Well contrary to all you heroes when I first started running at about 22 I got overtaken by a 60+ year old guy on my local 1.5mile circuit, I just wanted to pack it in there and then.

I remember doing the London Marathon and knew that my attempt to go sub 3 hours was buggered when Batman overtook me !

 

[legrandefromage]

Mine was on an MTB last summer on the way home from work off road, I overtook somebody on something new.

Didnt think anything of it really except that I had a totally flat front tyre at the time...

 

[paininthe]

Came off a cycle path into a stream of roadies, sat in with them for about a mile before I turned off.

I was on my Brompton with a bag on the front.

Once out of sight I had to stop and recover for 20mins, but the look on their faces was a pleasure as I bid them a wavey ta ra.

 

[rusty bodie]

aye, well done you!!

it's amazing the power of ANGER when you're on the bike.
i was out last summer on a local climb - it's probably around half an hour from bottom to top, over a B road. i always go into "tour de france 86/86 mode" when i can actually HEAR phil liggett over the crackling airwaves commenting on my INCREDIBLE escape from the bunch and about the finish being "as HIGH as the eye can SEE.... and HIGHER!!!" :shock:

away in my own wee painful world as i was, my daydreaming was interrupted by distant chatter behind me. i looked over my shoulder and could see two figures on the bike around a couple of minutes down the climb. i put the boot down and really went into HINAULT/LEMOND mode but the voices didn't fade and instead grew slightly louder! anyway, long story short, two "doogies"* caught me on their plastic bicycles and rode past with a brief "Alright.." and gradually crept away from me. my lungs were on the handlebars after trying to reel them back in! eventually i caught them and tried to quieten my resps down enough so as they didnt' think i was completely rubbish when one of them laughed, pointed and said, "HEY. DOWNTUBE SHIFTERS!! CHRIST WHERE DID YOU DIG THAT OLD RELIC UP FROM?!! WOW!! CHECK OUT THOSE SHOES?!" (1990 time tbt equipe white/ red and yes, ancient!) i gasped a laugh and then felt the legs grow in strength, the rage built in my head and my resps grew deep and full. "F*^k these two", i thought and felt the Hinault glower come over my face!

i dropped them, they caught me. they dropped me. i couldn't breathe! my legs were very white. graham obree white. not a good look but the look of a scotsman. they pulled away and i gradually got my breath back. engage FULL HINAULT MODE and i didn't feel or see the rest of the climb. over the top and saw them chatting to each other effortlessly on the descent. i caught them. i passed them. i looked over my shoulder. they had stopped at the side of the road.

wow. was i really THAT good?!

AND THAT, DOCTOR IS WHAT GENERALLY HAPPENS WHEN I GO OUT ON THE BIKE!!!

:roll:

:twisted:

*doogies: glasgow slang for those who are crap on the bike; pretenders; hairy legged business types out for their first run in ten years but still think they've got it; loudmouths who are hopeless when the boot goes down; people in track suits/ football shirts etc etc

 

[1988_Ben]

my legs were very white. graham obree white. not a good look but the look of a scotsman.

Quote of the month

 

[1988_Ben]

Last summer I had my 2 1/2 year old son on a childseat on the back of an old mountain bike. I'd stopped at the bottom of a 1st CAT climb in the Alps, having a drink from the 2 litre Evian bottle in my rucksack. A chap rode by on a racer, I said hi, he said bugger all....big mistake mate !

Needless to say, I overtook him about 1 km from the top on the 11% section. And I spoke to him calmly in French as I went by. He wasn't too pleased at all. My son gave him an evil glare - he knows the score despite being a toddler !

By the time mr grumpy had reached the summit, me and my son were tucking into icecreams and enjoying the view ! He looked a bit bewildered. That's because he doesn't understand Hinault's 'Rage to Win'.