I have noticed that my commute times have been inching
slower over the last few months. Given the
lack of rest and my prioritizing miles over speed, my ride which used to be a
steady 1 hour 21 minutes has crept into a more standard 1 hour 24 minute
pace. Sure, I can still get sub 1.20
with the Raiders. But a casual five-day-commute
week pace makes me a happier person.
As a result, I seem to be getting passed a little bit more
these days. Generally getting passed
doesn’t bother me. Especially from the matchy
matchy backpack-less guys. But I have
taken notice of people that like to ride fast.
And sometimes I jump on their wheel for an easier spin.
This morning, I was riding a respectable 20 miles per hour
on the MV bike trail when I got dropped by a chick in a Team Red kit. She seemed to be working extra hard to get in
front of me, so I let her go. Of course,
as they always do, upon getting in front of me, she immediately slowed down and
interrupted my pace. I thought about
passing her again, but I could tell that she had it in her keep the pace
going. I eased up and enjoyed her
slipstream (and by slipstream, I mean staring at her ass). I also didn’t want to get in a yo-yp battle
with her. I had to brake on the Mollie
Stones downhill to stay in back but her cadence immediately picked up by the
time we gotto Poggios. And, as
predicted, she was gone once we hit Golden Gate Market. When I reached the top of South Street, she
had already passed the next hill on Alexander, never to be seen again.
Damn those matchy-matchies …
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