After Nyack today in front of the Runcible. First he goes up to my pal Don who is wearing the GL kit and asks where the F Pcad is? That keeps happening to Don (half the time they mistake him for me) and it's starting to creep him out. Then Mattie finds me. He looked far more slender and bike racerish than I expected. And I liked the piercings. Bike racing needs guys like that.
He got shelled early by the Rocketeers, even though the ride wasn't so fast today, particularly early on. I thought I was going to get spit out, hurl on my handlebars and generally feel like crap, but I wound up having an OK day. I'm a little skinnier and I have more miles in my legs, it's starting to help.
I got all kinds of crap for not wearing my GL kit on the ride from Kenny, our Team Leader (I was wearing the new Cervelo jersey). Then he implied I was too fat for this sport. Later, I dumped him on the upper slopes of the Col du Hook at the end of the ride. He should know better than to piss off Uncle Pcad.
You know, that piece of crap Walmart bike of Fatal's didn't look as bad as I thought it would. But Fatal has style, he'd look OK on anything.
By the way, I haven't been off the bike since May 5th, is that over-training?