Went out for the first time in the best part of a month after the virus that I've been suffering from has started to clear up (see whinge elsewhere on here for details).
First mile or so up the long drag really got me started off coughing again so decided to take the rest of the ride real easy.
Now you know hoe it is when you go out for a balls-out ride, keeping it on the rivit, legs and lungs screaming.....it's hard to keep going at full intensity, yes? So why is so much hardy to ride slowley? Trying to ride so that I didn't breath hard...it was torture. Trying to go up the hills by sitting there, changing down and twidling rather than just standing up and honking....just so hard to do.
Somehow managed it...even got overtaken my an old rotund gentleman wearing flip flops and riding a Dutch style roadster/city bike. Oh the urge to just go flying past him on was so hard to resist....
But then the wierdest thing.....there is a roadie waiting to come out of a side road: nice bike, all the gear. I give a nod as I go past but he ignores me: probably because I've got baggies on, am riding a beat up old commuter and have one lopsided pannier, not to mention the lack of speed. I get about 3/4 mile down the road and look over myshould before my turn and there's the roadie, sat on my wheel! Wos all that about then?
But anyway, I'm happy. Had a ride at last. Had a short spell on the allotment. And managed to get out of going to the party at SWMBO's friends'.
Anyway, before anyone says, "yeah buit I ride at that speed all the time", this is not a dig at people who ride slow, but just a comment on how hard it is to ride at a speed that is substantially less than what you would call normal.