Hi again all, Still a newbie to road cycling here so I thought I would toss this out to see if its something to always expect...
Yesterday after getting home from work I just had to jump on the bike and get in at least 10-15 miles before dinner and while there was still plenty of light.
After stretching I zipped out of the garage and headed toward my main route; a very very long avenue which is almost perfectly straight and with only mild rises...
Being in only moderately decent shape, I like riding this particular road while maintaining a pace that keeps me huffing a bit...
About 15 minutes into the ride I hear the familiar "tiktiktiktik" of another bike behind me and I look back and see another cyclist on my rear wheel. He nods in acknowledgement and by just the glance of him head to toe I get the impression that he is far FAR in advance of my skills and strength.
He stayed behind me for about a mile and during that time (and as a juvenile reaction toward being labelled a weenie) I kept up a pace that was starting to agonize me... all the while he was behind me right off my wheel, and he never said a word...
I was concentrating on being as smooth as possible because at times his front wheel and my rear would overlap slight as he was always on the left of me on the traffic side of the street...
after that first mile he moved past me and in front, where he matched the pace I was making so that I dropped in on his rear wheel... He looked back momentarily as if confirming something, and then just road straight and steady at that pace...
we were like that for about two miles and (we made several green lights that I was hoping we would not make so that I could have a breather) but I just felt like I had to keep my wheel right where it was in relation to his...
After that two mile stint, he moved slightly more to the right and held his hand out and down low while slowing a bit... and assuming what looked fairly obvious I accelerated and took a position in front. In a snap he was right on my rear wheel again...
About half a mile into this stint we had to stop for a light... While waiting, I looked back wanting to just say "hi" but before I could he just said "legs?" and I replied "ok"
The light turned green and we took off again... This routine kept up for quite a while until I had to (for time constraints) turn around and head back home...
Trying to keep in the same vein of economy of words I just said "heading home"
He turned back and nodded and held up his hand and then sped off like a rocket! I don't think I would have been able to close him up even if I had been on a slight decline!
Anyhow, it was mainly a downhill grade heading home and it gave me a chance to recover... I got back home and sat in the hot tub for about 30 minutes before dinner... It was probably the highest physical output level I have had in years and though it hurt, it was FUN... and today I actually feel great and ready to try it again...
Never got the guys name though... Did I experience something that is typical of road cyclists meeting on the road?
Have fun all!
Feanor
Yesterday after getting home from work I just had to jump on the bike and get in at least 10-15 miles before dinner and while there was still plenty of light.
After stretching I zipped out of the garage and headed toward my main route; a very very long avenue which is almost perfectly straight and with only mild rises...
Being in only moderately decent shape, I like riding this particular road while maintaining a pace that keeps me huffing a bit...
About 15 minutes into the ride I hear the familiar "tiktiktiktik" of another bike behind me and I look back and see another cyclist on my rear wheel. He nods in acknowledgement and by just the glance of him head to toe I get the impression that he is far FAR in advance of my skills and strength.
He stayed behind me for about a mile and during that time (and as a juvenile reaction toward being labelled a weenie) I kept up a pace that was starting to agonize me... all the while he was behind me right off my wheel, and he never said a word...
I was concentrating on being as smooth as possible because at times his front wheel and my rear would overlap slight as he was always on the left of me on the traffic side of the street...
after that first mile he moved past me and in front, where he matched the pace I was making so that I dropped in on his rear wheel... He looked back momentarily as if confirming something, and then just road straight and steady at that pace...
we were like that for about two miles and (we made several green lights that I was hoping we would not make so that I could have a breather) but I just felt like I had to keep my wheel right where it was in relation to his...
After that two mile stint, he moved slightly more to the right and held his hand out and down low while slowing a bit... and assuming what looked fairly obvious I accelerated and took a position in front. In a snap he was right on my rear wheel again...
About half a mile into this stint we had to stop for a light... While waiting, I looked back wanting to just say "hi" but before I could he just said "legs?" and I replied "ok"
The light turned green and we took off again... This routine kept up for quite a while until I had to (for time constraints) turn around and head back home...
Trying to keep in the same vein of economy of words I just said "heading home"
He turned back and nodded and held up his hand and then sped off like a rocket! I don't think I would have been able to close him up even if I had been on a slight decline!
Anyhow, it was mainly a downhill grade heading home and it gave me a chance to recover... I got back home and sat in the hot tub for about 30 minutes before dinner... It was probably the highest physical output level I have had in years and though it hurt, it was FUN... and today I actually feel great and ready to try it again...
Never got the guys name though... Did I experience something that is typical of road cyclists meeting on the road?
Have fun all!
Feanor