quite a nice ride today, nothing new, just the “normal” 75miler over tatham fell, still nice though; friday’s after work ride showed in no uncertain terms that sitting on your arse eating is not good for you and a ride that’s normally around the 2hrs 45 min mark took 3hrs 1min, even with the highly annoying wind giving me a hand up over the trough of bowland. It was a bit worrying really.
Today though, I ride quite well. Not brilliantly, i’m still a million miles away from being properly fit, but there was definately a bit of pace around me.
A decent pace, I thought, until, cruising down the A6, I got used as a moving target several times in a row by a bloke out on his TT machine.
First I knew about it was that wonderful sound deep section carbon rims make, the sort of wwwWWWWWHHHHOOOOOOOOOOMMMmm and all of a sudden there was a flat backed figure 10 seconds further up the road from me.
He seemed to slow a bit and over the next few hundred metres I caught him back up, said hello and passed him, all without changing speed (well, the speed was hovering between 20 and 23mph, depending on which direction the road was pointing). He dropped back for long enough for me to forget all about it until the sound returned and i was suddenly 10 seconds back again.
This went on all the way from lancaster to garstang, where i attempted to stage a bit of a fightback on a little hill just as he caught my back wheel. I think the surprise of me leaping out of the saddle and creating a whole new series of creaks and groans from the very-tired drivechain as i thrashed about up the incline, with my forever-unzipping-themselves overshoes flapping in the breeze, had more of an effect on him than any surge in speed, but it was enough for me to reopen a couple of seconds gap on him as i crested the top of the hill and sat back down.
He caught me again after not very long at all, grinning this time and nodded as he went past. I jumped on his wheel and watched the computer shout out ever more painful numbers at me, it hit 28 and stayed there for about 30 seconds before ungracefully sliding back down as my head dropped and my legs decided that 52×11 wasn’t a gear they were interested in.
Annoyingly, not long after he slowed again and i recaught him. I attempted to congratulate him by saying “you’re dropping me like a stone at will, nice!” but only managed to cough out “you pass like stone”, while blowing snot bubbles. Awesome. I have no doubt the smile he gave was one of those smiles you give people who are worrying you.
He didn’t repass me after that and i eventually came to a halt back at home 4hrs 10mins after I set off, which is a decent time to do the ride in at this time of year – especially when you consider i had to stop to pick up a glove i managed to drop while rummaging around in my jersey pocket for food, near dunsop bridge and had to get off and tip toe round a couple of patches of ice up on the top of tatham fell.
Looking at the weather forecasts, i think most of next weeks rides will be on the newly-fixed cross bike, which is probably a good idea seeing as i’m supposed to be racing it next saturday at Hit The North 1.5…crikey, that should be a laugh given how little speed i see to have right now…