Last Friday night, Diane and I set out for our normal Friday evening ride from the Ticking Tomb. However with both of us being hurt so much this year, it's only the third time we've done this ride this year. Diane is getting over the flu and her knee flared back up a while ago, so she has been off the bike for about a month.
The ride is mostly fire-roads (note I did not say gravel) and flat. Diane was on her MTB, and I was on my single speed cross bike because #CROSSISCOMING.
Diane and I were going a proper Friday Night Date Night Ride Pace. We talked shit, we laughed.
On the way back a nice gentleman on a cross bike caught up to us. As he passed he looked over at Diane and said, "on your left dear." He passed, and switched to his drops and started applying some anger to the pedals.
"easy." I said to Diane.
"I hate when people call me dear." She responded. I knew she was more frustrated by the pass and attack than being called dear.
The nice gentleman on the cross bike rode about 50 yards in front of us and he turned and looked back to see if we were giving chase.
I knew Diane saw the look back.
"Easy.." I said, "It's a Friday night spin, you've been off the bike for a month let it go. He's attacking us it's cool."
"Hrmph" I heard Diane groan.
20 second later the path splits, with one side being paved the other side a dirt road. The nice gentleman who now was probably 100 yards in front of us started to sit up a bit. I watch him turn and look back again.
I instantly thought to myself, "dude, really? we are obviously chilling and you give us the Lance Armstrong look back twice?" (could also be what I lovingly refer to as a Doyle look back if you've ever ridden with him. Really not sure who patented that move first.)
Then I heard it. "Chunk, Chunk" as Diane shifted down a couple of gears and our pace went from Friday Night Date Night ride, to full on pursuit.
"Are you sure this is smart? Is this good for your knee? Is this good for my knee.. come on now" I said to her.
There was no dissuading her. I sat on her wheel, as she drilled for almost 5 minutes.
I could see the kind gentleman on a cross bike, he had looked back again and was still in his drops mashing away. We were closing in. We got to maybe 25 yards when I heard Diane,
"PHHHHFUCK!" the words along with Phelgm and spittle fell off her lips. They were chased by these "I'm so slow right now. That hurt... "
We both sat up. I smiled at her and said, "you know that was really stupid."
She smiled that coy smile that I fell in love with so many years ago, " I know, I just hate when someone calls me dear.."
We spun gently the rest of the ride and back to the parking lot at the ticking tomb...
In other news, with #CROSSIS COMING I decided to step up my game a bit from riding 5 days a week to 6 days a week. My knee didn't like this idea so much and Tuesday night after my ride blew up a little bit. I gonna be taking a few rest days to try and get this back in order... This whole patience and balance thing is bullshit I tell you. Bullshit...
Keep the dream alive.
thanks for reading.
respect
fatmarc
No comments:
Post a Comment