I began the Wheelmen ride this morning at 8:00 am. I was happy to see that my old friend Elise was there. I haven’t seen her in a year. She had a friend, Terry, who was this big 6′ 220lb. guy in a bright pink jersey. They were going to do a hard ride today. I told her that I was aiming for a relaxed ride, and that I probably wouldn’t try to keep up with them.
Yeah, right. As soon as I get going, I try to stay with whomever I’m with.
I find a good way to guage your mental and physical condition is to imagine how you would respond to Darth Vader asking you the location of the hidden rebel base.
Here’s how that played out today:
Ow. Look, I don't know anything about a rebel base, okay? I'm just getting warmed up here.
Okay, yeah, I heard of it, but I think those guys up ahead of us have a better idea of the exact location.
Over there. I'd point, but I can't lift my arms.
Rebel what? Who are you? Who am I? Look, I'll build you a hidden rebel base if you promise to kill me afterwards.
I just reviewed this and realized that I left off some relevant details.
Terry, the big guy in the pink jersey, turns out to be a very strong rider. A pattern emerged in our riding: Terry would take the lead and drop me and Elise. We’d hit a hill and I would gain on Terry while Elise dropped a little. Elise would catch up to me and I would draft her for a mile or two. Elise would rotate behind me, I’d tow us back to Terry, and then it would start over again. I swear, this exact scenario happened three times in the ride. It was working really well for all of us until the last ~8 miles. By that time I was absolutely knackered.