Ride to work, pulled out in front of a fella, exchanged a few pleasantries, found out he was going the same way… ideal, but then he gets into the big ring, and up’s the pace, I follow suit… and it descends into an all out time trial… (2 miles into a 15 mile ride)..
2/3rds of the way in my legs go, no more steam, the dilithium crystals are shot, and I had to fall back… watch him ride away… Humiliating feeling, not having an answer. I just hope he is hurting as much as I am at the mo…
Beginning to have a real love hate relationship with road riding.
Note I am ill, no breakfast, late night, long day yesterday, off day etc all valid excuses. 😉