so many heavy hitters and fast kids showed up. It was awesome.
it was also brutally hard.
Most of the time initiating and setting pace with co-old guy who's faster than me CB... was great and then he hit a bump and his cervelo made a weird crack noise and i went to take over and someone went around both of us... and then BLEW through the stop sign.
Oh, sure, no cars were coming, no big deal, but if there was a car coming that guy would have been a hood ornament with his fancy Zipps and fancy frame.
Woodward was fast. Prospect was pretty pedestrian, We rolled down Broad/Jacob me coasting and fat ass rolling over 30 mph w/o pedaling in the lead, and then the kid Jonathan attacks at the bottom heading towards the townline that Brier splatted himself with the worn out cleats, and we sort of chilled and let him go sort of. Bailey took up the chase, maybe David or BG or i dunno someone else too. Hit Pine?
Ouchymotherfucker.
Sonsofbitches kind of crushed it.
But i dangled just off but sort of close enough to lead the charge from the danglers... we rejoined a 4 wide road hog gaggle of the fast guys chit chatting on Homestead.
And then Rocky Mother Fucking Hill.
The kids hit it hard, I was 3rd wheel into the turn and it felt not terrible, then second then, fuck it we're going downhill and i'm coasting faster than the little guy pedaling in front of me so I might as well pass him and drag everyone along in my draft....
and then it pitches up... I'm in contact but paying for early efforts. drift back... we get close to the attack point, Burke asks if I want a lead out, I admit my legs are hosed and that maybe he should lead out the kid Jonathan.... He jumps but Justin C is listening and gets on the wheel before Jonathan can and Burke drags him up and JC crushes the sprint. It was good, it was fun and I got kind of dangled again. Shocking.
Regrouped at the bottom, lost a handful, a good handful with the Rocky Hill blast... I took the lead when I finally got back to them and held a steady tempo in the 20-22 range up to the base of Hillside... Then KABLAM
the attacks happened and I did the big guy thing of holding my own fucking tempo, as fast as I can go up but sustained in a i got a second climb soon manner. Could I have gone faster? Maybe, but man it didn't feel like it. Maybe if i was motivated by something not there... I'd said re-group at the stop sign.
I was going so slow up the second half that Kyle and his gang of awesome people (brent, greve, mary, whoeverelse i forget) caught me and we all coalesced on Pine.
Fancy Audi wants to pass, I shout SINGLE UP, and not one motherfucker who's 2 wide does shit. Greve Orlando, I dunno who else, 2 wide and WIDE and we're going slow and I'm palpably feeling the animosity we're creating.
Eventually we crest the hill - there's no cars coming so I sit up and wave Audi guy past despite the idiots who decided that the world exists for themselves and yeah - grumble... and I go to the front, and drag everyone up to Read, oncoming car, we wait, then head down my favorite stretch.
Last week though Fox got me on the segment by enough seconds to make a difference on Strava and that's aggravating but also cool, he's gone. But given the firepower tonight I decided to tone it back on that section, save it for the next one, Bailey liked that idea, why dump so many watts? We chilled, we rolled on through, and lined up for the final stretch on walked and Bailey fucking LIT IT UP.
ZOOM
Oh shit - i latched on... and shortly he peeled off... so i drop every watt saved and burn through the matchbook and pull off and got promptly dropped, but wound up just setting my own tempo and not feeling bad about that interval/effort.
And we rolled back in grand style,
to the new start point
where there were markedly few Poke your Mom, OK? players than when we rolled out.
It kind of sucked being slow as I was, but not being the slowest and having some legs now and then even with the equipment handicap, i suppose not so terrible.
Progress... i guess...
we're doing the motherfucking TT on Thursday, so show up for that.
Tonight was good. 14 people at the start which is pretty big for us, we picked up a 15th, lost one or two somewhere along the way, maybe more, I dunno, but it really wound up being a great night on the bike.
A group ride with rules and a loud big slow pissed off asshole yelling at people who were fucking up.
aka order was demanded...
or something...
a good night... dinner of salad and beer maybe not quite enough.... still hungry but not really hungry, sort of ambiguous, am i hungry? i dunno i could eat, but what? i dunno, does that mean i'm not really hungry? maybe, have some water and go to sleep knucklehead.
next up... whatever is next up...
whatever that brings...
oh the Bandit TT... that's what's up.
6pm Tremont street, the old bikeworks course, we're making it happen, i guess maybe i'm just not cut out for doing the whole sanctioning body thing, more of a bandit race kind of person...
show up and race yourself. we'll give you a time and rank you, but for nothing more than practice for ourselves... and for incentivizing y'all to do a nice 8 mile TT, for 4 weeks, maybe even having some momento to take as being fastest or slowest or just there all the time. Don't worry, i'm ineligable this time, no double bottle of champagne for just showing up. Not sure i actually even ever drank it, may still be at my brother's... brunch and mimosas and contributions and probably only if maybe had a sip of the bottle. All for the best. Perhaps.
gotta make it happen... one way or the motherfucking other...
now maybe sleep?
or complain about the Okay Go Poke your mom zombies that are making the bike path menacingly dangerous?
or be grateful that my kids aren't hooked on it?
tomorrow's gonna kind of suck by maybe there will be something redeeming about it that I can find.
probably easier to find that if i stop writing and actually go to sleep... or try to...
or go find something to eat...
hmmm
best probably to end the blog post before i go on about Lucky's or something...
heddwch
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