with a reverberating crash

i was up real early on saturday morning to meet peaches for a ride. he was sluggish and i was chipper, so the first part of the morning i spent showing my ass and making feeble attempts at going slightly faster than usual and just generally trying to test and irritate him. we met up with another one of his road bike croanies and did the airport loop. when we returned to the end there were two more guys waiting for us. by this time i was pretty well into it. call me what you may, but i was ready to start my relaxing ride about that point.

well, we continued west on summit to scenic and hooked a right, it was at this point on the ride where i lost my legs, if i had them to lose at all. the entire four man group blew past me like i was standing there waiting for the bus. here i am pushing and pushing and pushing and the gap is getting larger and larger and larger. i must admit, i was trying to haul ass, and i even might have been hauling ass, but those guys were like lightning.

finally i caught up. well, more like they were waiting on me, which was nice of them. and we rounded out at thirty miles. only ten more miles left. i bailed and went home at that point. i didn't have the nuts to continue. i played the sis, but i'm okay with it.

this week i plan on puting in some work and riding with them on every ride they do. i plan on overanalyzing every piece of data and every movement i can. my goal this week is to be an observer and to watch what and how they ride. what gearing they use and when. when do they coast? when do they brake? when do they drop the hammer and why?

as i said, my goal is to be an observer, but more importantly, an observer that can keep up. it is too difficult to observe from a mile behind everyone.