Well, not really on form.
I was out for a ride on the lakeshore path today. It was a windy day, so I traded pulls with a few guys. First was some dude on a Kestrel Talon. Had to be about 45, and I think we traded pulls three times. Then I was up front for a little while, I looked back, and all I could see was a tiny dot behind me. Whoops.
Later, I met up with a guy on a custom steel Serotta. He was like Dan Schult plus 60 lbs - strong rider at a set pace, but if I accelerated at all, he was gone. I did the same thing I did to the other guy and accidentally took off.
The events of today showed me that if I were to somehow obtain a fake ID that stated my age as 47 and entered a Masters race open exclusively to dentists, I would kick ass.
Unfortunately, one of the MetLife pros blasted by me a few minutes later as proved to me that no, I am definitely not on form.
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2 comments:
I have a feeling Iowa City, at one point or another, is going to be really, really painful for both of us.
For you, it'll probably be after crashing into an Amish buggy.
That would TOTALLY be worth it, just so I could tell that story.
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