Last March I went for a ride ahead of some bad weather. I didn’t go as far as usual so I felt fairly fresh on the way back and with leaden skies behind me I was pressing on. A couple of lads were cruising along and they politely pulled over so I could pass with a slightly breathless ‘thanks’
I thought nothing of it until one of them came past going *really* fast but trying not to make it look obvious. I dug deeper and stayed with him until he stopped at the top of a hill to throw up let his mate catch up. We exchanged knowing glances.
A little later his mate came past and the same thing happened. By this time a huge tailwind had picked up and our leap frogging game carried on at a cracking pace.
The Strava times from that ride were insane I haven’t got anywhere near them since.
Strava: racing strangers since 2009 🙂