Tonight's ride....chasing down a couple of tri-geeks who are pure motors...never caught them. As Russ said, "Ten of us against three of them and we couldn't catch them. I've never been so embarrassed!" There were three because Vandy bridged up to them and stayed with them...probably drafted off them the whole time. That's what we all figured. The T-G's were with us early and, like most bike beginners, they view their time at the front of the paceline as a time to show how macho they are and never pull off. As bike racers, we're more than happy to let them pull but it really throws off the rhythm of the paceline and we're not impressed all that much with guys who don't know how to work in a paceline. The T-G's are probably thinking about how much tougher they are than us and they haven't a clue as to how they can't ride in a group. Time trialing (or triathlon bike legs) are a different animal than road racing.
Anywho....we're in the dark side of Linwood and everytime I looked down at my bike computer, all I saw was 30 mph or higher....DAYUUUUMM!! And I'm still hanging on and even took a pull one time (I wonder if that's where I maxed out at 34.6 mph?). I was beat and finally got shelled on the second big hill....I'm not in climbing mode yet. I admit I did hide out for a while on most of the ride on 175 to Frierson, just sitting in the back as I tried to reinsert both of my lungs from the push to Crossroads. I did make a big bridge attempt to the front group as we entered the village limits...cranked out 27+ on my tired legs but gave it up before getting to the railroad tracks. I'm toasted but I'm going to sleep well tonight.
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