|Cycling at its best.||Len J|
Apr 28, 2002 1:44 PM
|Saturday, out on a 60 miler with some good friends, about 1/2 way thru we get into a "perfect" paceline for about 1 & 1/2 hour straight. No lights or stops, only a few turns, a group of experienced cyclist, a beautiful day and the ride just ....... Flowed. We maintained an even pace, signaled obstacles, didn't pull too long, or too short. You know that feeling, in the middle of a ride, when the bike just disappears? When you & the bike become one? well it was the same feeling, only with a group. It was like a dance, we just kept feeding off one another until the line disappeared. It may sound corny, but it was almost a mystical experience.
As with most good things, it had to end. This time with a light. We all just looked at each other......and smiled.
Apr 28, 2002 1:53 PM
|....these moments are the ones that really make life in general more fun. The main purpose i ride if you ask me.
Apr 28, 2002 2:19 PM
Like fishing with Hemingway.
Like a song by Frank Black.
|Thanks. nm||Len J|
Apr 29, 2002 4:23 AM
|Had a rare double tailwind today||bianchi boy|
Apr 28, 2002 4:06 PM
|I went on one the regular group rides this morning and only one other guy showed up. It was very windy and looked like it might rain, but we went ahead and rode. Turned out to be a great ride with no rain. We had the wind at our backs for the first 15 miles through rolling terrain in beautiful countryside. We had a headwind for about the next 10 miles but were somewhat sheltered by the surrounding forest. Then we finished up the final 10-12 miles with a strong tailwind on a fairly flat, smooth road. I couldn't believe it. We had a tailwind for at least 2/3 of the ride (a loop), when usually it's the other way around -- mostly headwinds. The cycling gods were smiling on us.|
|the perfect ride||DougSloan|
Apr 29, 2002 8:34 AM
|Last year I rode 134 miles averaging 22.5 mph, no drafting, and not even working that hard (clearly my PR for a solo century, but I don't count it). It was a point to point in the Mohave desert. The winds were 90% from the rear the whole time. At one point, I was riding about 30 mph on flat ground, when I spit, and the spit actually went ahead of me, as the wind was blowing faster than I was traveling. If all days could be like that...
|Flow: nothing like teamwork; nothing like everything in phase.||Slipstream|
Apr 28, 2002 4:52 PM
|Trancending the man/machine quantum.
And the board at its best too. If only there were more pearls like these.
Thanks for sharing.
Apr 29, 2002 1:50 PM
|terrific story - wish I could have been there.|| |