|And Down the Stretch They come.....||4bykn|
May 15, 2003 12:41 PM
|Last night after work I went out for one of my 25 mile loops around the lake, it's a good distance for a weekday ride. The lake is directly north of me and the wind is out of the south at about 15-20mph, so I know I've got my work cut out for me. I make the north end of my ride and start the headwind half of my ride when I see an opponent, you know how when riding you see another, you just gotta chase 'em down. Well this time I was the "chasee" not the chaser. 9.5 miles from home in a straight line(mostly), headwind, and a challenger. My worthy opponent was a half mile or so behind me but closing steadily. Unsure of gender at this point, so I just thought of it as "him." "He" kept a dead-steady pace, slowly gaining on the flats, really reeling me in on the uphills, but I'd pull away a little on the downhills. Went through a small town and the bastard blew through the two stopsigns I had stopped(almost, anyway) for. Damned if I'm going to give up now, only 5.5 miles to town and a couple hundred yards ahead of "him". Hanging in the big ring when I'd usually be in the small for the combined headwinds and uphills. Down to one last hill, I gave it my all, out of the saddle, quads on fire, and I can hear "him" now. Just about to the edge of town is a stoplight turning yellow so I slow to stop when "he" blows past me finally.
Final result: the rainstorm wins by a drop.
Don't know whats different this year, but I'm really enjoying riding more than I have in years. Riding the last 4 blocks in the rain was a hoot.
|re: And Down the Stretch They come.....||Dave Hickey|
May 15, 2003 12:46 PM
|I'm with you 4bykn. Nothing gets my legs going like the threat of rain. Like you, I'm having more fun this year. I rode 230 miles last week. It's not MB1 miles but it's a personal best.|
|Brings back fond memories...||dzrider|
May 15, 2003 1:06 PM
|I onced raced a storm across the causeway coming back to the Florida mainland from Key Largo. As the storm closed the tailwind was overpowering. Even with panniers I spun out the 52x14. I reached the end of the causeway as the thunder and lightning got close, and the the first 10 seconds of rain soaked me like I'd ridden into the Atlantic.|
|Memories for me as well...||Brooks|
May 15, 2003 2:47 PM
|When I was in grad school (and having taken up racing) a buddy and I were out for a long training ride. We get about 25 miles out, around the north end of some mountains and look to the south. Ooooh, bad news a-brewin'. Big nasty, summer thunderheads darkening the skies. Immediate U-turn and hightail it back. The cross winds really started pushing at us as the storm got closer. I think we got about a mile from town when the first rain hit us. I just got into my apartment right as Noah's deluge started. Flipped on the Weather Channel as a Flash Flood bulletin scrolls across the screen. Yep, for the county we were riding in! Safe, and mostly dry.|| |