Are You Talking to
About an hour ago as I was
ascending a bridge traveling in a Southerly direction at a relaxing 17 mph pace
into a brisk Southerly breeze enjoying a recovery ride on the bike that I use
for that purpose, my Specialized Roubaix. I was deep in thought hoping to find
the solution to a pressing world problem or perhaps just understand how women
and liberal democrats think when a cyclist announcing his passing to my left
suddenly interrupted my serenity.
His voice had a rather
cavalier tone to it as if to say, “Is that all you got bitch?” Being
an inveterate street racer and as an experienced cyclist being rather sure of
his intended meaning, I accelerated such that he was no longer pulling away.
Now I’m a pretty good climber and have always enjoyed “attacking” on
climbs, but I came up with a better, perhaps less painful plan. We got to the
bottom of the bridge and I waited to determine his intentions. He was holding a
steady 24 mph and I was riding about 20 meters back and well to the left – I
wanted none of his draft.
Then I made my move, as I
accelerated by him, I made sure to make good eye contact so that he would
appreciate that was about to happen was courtesy of a someone who was seemingly
an escapee from the local geriatric home (I’m 73 – he appeared to be in his
30s). I accelerated up to and was able to surprisingly hold (this was a race,
right?) 29.4 mph into the headwind. When that became overbearingly painful, I
decelerated to 27.7, but much to my dismay, that speed was just as painful.
Knowing, however, that if I allowed him to catch me, I would assuredly have to
surrender my USAC racing license, I continued to bear the pain, and I held my
very painful speed. Mercifully, I finally reached my turnoff, and a look back
revealed that my victim was now a mere dot on the horizon.
Now being the introspective
type, I can only surmise that what causes me to engage in activities such as
the one described above was probably caused by some early trauma in my life
such as perhaps being removed from the nursing process a bit early by my
Did I mention that I LOVE
Oh and yes, by the way, I was able to capture an image of my antagonist.