
The 2008 season of cycling.
--"Mama, the Italians are coming!"

***Reminder***see the post before this one for a link to some video from Saturday's WCA race at my Whitnall Park crit training course. That's where I went this afternoon for a lap before heading back home into the cold wind.
It was 50 and cloudy when I left, just to get a little exercise. The course was cleaned up quite well. I saw rather than attmept to get the potholes fixed, all they did was spray pink paint around them to mark them off.
On the way there I had an interesting little situation to tell you about.
Again, I guess this is just how we're built and we can't help it.
I'm riding along at a pretty easy pace on a basic ride. Ahead there is a guy riding all bundled up in a yellow winter jacket...looked like kind of a husky shorter guy. My pace was such that I was going a little faster, so I simply passed him w/o any greeting. I was too cold and grumpy to make nice.
I didn't see him, nor did I hear him back there again for a while.
About a mile or so down the road another roadie comes past me on the left at good clip. All I remember was that it said "Milwaukee" down the side of his shorts. He's out in front of me and pulling away fast. Even as I started to debate in my head if I should attempt to chase him, I suddenly hear another rider coming around to pass me! Yup, chubby winter jacket guy was haulin' ass now, right around me and obviously putting on the afterburners trying to catch Milwaukee shorts guy. I'm being left in the dust.
"Nope," I told myself, "Just stick to what you're doing and let him go. You're not racing anyone today."
Ah crap, I can't just let 'em go like that!
Boom, I'm on it again.
Man, as I got up next to him finally I think he amped it up a notch...side by side and we're workin' it now. So I had to go full-bore for a bit to take the point. Man I am out of shape, because I was hurtin' big time for a bit there. But I never saw the dude again. Either I dropped him because he had already used himself up chasing the other guy....or I turned and he went straight behind me at some point. I'll say I dropped him...just makes me feel better about it all.
I just don't do well if it isn't hot out. It was about 55 on the way back now, the sun was out, and the wind was out of the cold north at about 5-10...not bad really. Yet I was cold. I laugh to myself when I see people working in their yards with only a T-shirt on....while I've got a wind-proof base layer, a long-sleeved jersey, and a long-sleeved riding jacket on!
Will it ever heat up here?
I knew you couldn't resist and give chase!