describes a commuter who spun passed me without so much as a 'hey' 'on your left' 'passing' just a silent spin up the hill. I'm trying to take it easy, and then he spins past this dork (me) dressed up in some (awesome) team kit with a big messenger bag on his back. This guy's got some fancy green jacket and kahki pants riding a flat bar hybrid. Looks like a nice enough guy, probably felt good passing me there as I'm thinking I need to relax on the way home. He zips by with a nice smooth spin. Damnit, i don't want to follow him all the way home. Okay - we've got a headwind. Ah well, so much for a mellow ride home. I swing past just after the parking lot and put the hammer down. Legs protesting, ouch this hurts. Well add a nice stupid testosterone filled moronic 3 mile interval. Completely flat, yeah, into the wind. But i wanted enough of a lead that I could sit up and spin the last mile home in peace. The whole time thinking, pain, good. I need to hurt walking up the stairs at home. Push it. Stupid bike path racers. nice day but not too crowded on the path. Mentally it was good - it made me push through. And push past that initial idiotic adrenaline rush that usually leaves me flat.
I actually was thinking it might be nice to have a chat with the guy, ask if he is a new commuter on the path. As a daily all year commuter on that path I run across most of the other folks at one time or the other. So I'll probably see him again. Maybe.
The bike isn't a car - it is a social thing. Like maynard's at the back column in velonews recently.
ah well - i feel better about it - and the laptop's heat feels damn good on my sore quads. Gotta hit some more hill intervals tomorrow, time to pile on... gonna remember to eat some breakfast in the morning this time.
heddwch
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Stupid bike path racers.
Sounds like only one guy in your post was racing....
duh
i was indeed referring to myself...
i thought it was obvious enough...
no?
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