Sunday, October 28, 2012
It's Saturday morning and I'm heading out to an organized ride that I've never done. The name is interesting: The Tour de Pecan. It's in the low 40's and very wind and not too many cyclist show up. As we line up to start, I notice about 25 folks are doing the 62-miler. The majority of riders are opting for the 30 and 45 milers, due to the cold and wind. We take off and I immediately eye-ball the riders around me. After 2 miles, there's 4 of us leading the charge. I can't help but remember back when I used to be at the tail end of all rides. I now hang out with "The Dudes". Nice feeling. The four of us are cranking some nice cadence and speed. At the 10-mile mark I notice that we're hitting between 21-23MPH. Of course the tail wind had a lot to do with the speed. At the 20-mile point one of the 4 bikers drops off and now there's 3 of us leading the charge. I'm feeling mighty good and foolishly lead the charge for the majority of the time. At the 30-mile point, the 2 guys with me decide to crank it up as we hit a roller. They caught me totally by surprise and I just cannot catch up. As I ride by myself, there's nothing but tough rollers and strong headwinds. By the 50-mile mark, I start to pass some of the 45-milers. As I get to the finish, I'm pretty proud of myself and am told that the front two riders were ahead of me by only 1 minute. Of course, I looked for and found the two front bikers and began to harass them. "How dare you beat up on this ancient warrior". They responded that I gave them more than they wanted. Sure made me feel good. Overall, a great ride, in spite of the cold and wind. Next up, the 112-mile Tour de Tucson on 11/17. HOOAAA!!