Southern California - I'm sorry I dropped you....

[this is a thread for people to post semi-anonymous apologies to the persons they've dropped on their ride today]


[I'll start:]


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December 22nd, 2007 - Saturday.

To the rider in a red jersey, riding the Griffith Park Loop / Canyon this afternoon: I'm sorry I dropped you.

I first spotted you rolling East/North down Los Feliz Blvd. You were on the right hand side of the traffic, with a long-sleeved red coloured top. I came up from behind you, but an there was an opening in the traffic and I decided to cross the 3 lanes and coast down to the turn signal instead of saying hello and going at your pace. For that, I'm sorry. But it gets worse.

Originally I was intent on doing the full Mt. Hollywood climb today - this was despite not having ridden solo since mid-August with the exception of 3 rides on the back of a tandem and one ride last week, all of which were slow-paced social rides. The friends I invited to join with me were all busy, so I rode solo - and took the warning from a friend that I shouldn't try the Mt. Hollywood climb so quickly, and after coming off a recent cold. So I road through Griffith Park, thinking I wouldn't see you again - and taking it 'slow'. I decided to go up the Canyon straight away, and decide upon the Mt. Hollywood climb when I got to that intersection. Along the way, however, just after passing Mineral Wells Park, I heard you. Maybe it was you shifting, or a mis-shift, or something, but I heard you. You weren't more than a few seconds off of my rear wheel - and probably very close to being able to suck my wheel, too.

At this point, something in me snapped: despite not being up to par in my conditioning, despite pushing myself with the remnants of a cold in my body, I pulled off a 'Lance'. I turned to see you, and then I took off. I didn't let you even have the remote possibility of sucking some wheel, nor catching up. I didn't bother looking back until I was at the top of the Canyon, and I didn't see you at all - no one I had passed was even close. I waited a few seconds to see if you'd catch up, but you were further back, still out of view - so I took off. I dropped you, and I'm very sorry. I never saw you again. I did the loop three times - hoping to spot you on at least one of them, but to no avail. So I started the long climb back up Los Feliz to Vermont, still no sign.

On the climb back, I tried to justify it to myself: maybe it was because if you were behind me, you'd catch a cold. You know, with the spit going off to the sides of the road? Or maybe I would've been too slow for you? I don't know. None of these are justification for what I did.

Oh well, perhaps next time. I'm sorry.

winning these pretend races
is like wetting your pants in a dark suit

it gives you a warm feeling
but nobody notices


YAWn

winning these pretend races
is like wetting your pants in a dark suit

You piss in your shorts!?! :o You know, even the pros stop to take a tinkle, or they piss while on the ride, but not in their shorts. :)

I'm sorry I dropped all of SFVBC club today

I'm sorry I was dropped.

You piss in your shorts!?! :o You know, even the pros stop to take a tinkle, or they piss while on the ride, but not in their shorts. :)
Good to know..you're not a pro!:D
Merry Christmas.

R600DuraAce is back!

Much like training this thread is for wussies!

The Original (http://www.bikeforums.net/showthread.php?t=136161)

Oh brother.

someones about to dial it up to 400 watts methinks!

I'm sorry I dropped all of SFVBC club today

You really like that #1 ride, huh?

You really like that #1 ride, huh?

No..no...he was on the #4 ride. He's definitely a strong rider: he dropped me & AJ, my 11-year old son. The rest of the group patiently rode at our pace.

:D

[this is a thread for people to post semi-anonymous apologies to the persons they've dropped on their ride today]


[I'll start:]


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December 22nd, 2007 - Saturday.

To the rider in a red jersey, riding the Griffith Park Loop / Canyon this afternoon: I'm sorry I dropped you.

I first spotted you rolling East/North down Los Feliz Blvd. You were on the right hand side of the traffic, with a long-sleeved red coloured top. I came up from behind you, but an there was an opening in the traffic and I decided to cross the 3 lanes and coast down to the turn signal instead of saying hello and going at your pace. For that, I'm sorry. But it gets worse.

Originally I was intent on doing the full Mt. Hollywood climb today - this was despite not having ridden solo since mid-August with the exception of 3 rides on the back of a tandem and one ride last week, all of which were slow-paced social rides. The friends I invited to join with me were all busy, so I rode solo - and took the warning from a friend that I shouldn't try the Mt. Hollywood climb so quickly, and after coming off a recent cold. So I road through Griffith Park, thinking I wouldn't see you again - and taking it 'slow'. I decided to go up the Canyon straight away, and decide upon the Mt. Hollywood climb when I got to that intersection. Along the way, however, just after passing Mineral Wells Park, I heard you. Maybe it was you shifting, or a mis-shift, or something, but I heard you. You weren't more than a few seconds off of my rear wheel - and probably very close to being able to suck my wheel, too.

At this point, something in me snapped: despite not being up to par in my conditioning, despite pushing myself with the remnants of a cold in my body, I pulled off a 'Lance'. I turned to see you, and then I took off. I didn't let you even have the remote possibility of sucking some wheel, nor catching up. I didn't bother looking back until I was at the top of the Canyon, and I didn't see you at all - no one I had passed was even close. I waited a few seconds to see if you'd catch up, but you were further back, still out of view - so I took off. I dropped you, and I'm very sorry. I never saw you again. I did the loop three times - hoping to spot you on at least one of them, but to no avail. So I started the long climb back up Los Feliz to Vermont, still no sign.

On the climb back, I tried to justify it to myself: maybe it was because if you were behind me, you'd catch a cold. You know, with the spit going off to the sides of the road? Or maybe I would've been too slow for you? I don't know. None of these are justification for what I did.

Oh well, perhaps next time. I'm sorry.

classic. had to quote it to save it as...












worst holiday spirit ever.

hope you have a better day, and a better holiday. Be good to your fellow man, even if it's for 1 day. Try it, might be fun!;)

btw, what do YOU ride and what do you wear? I ride around Griffith Park sometimes, maybe I'll see you and you can try to drop me too.

You really like that #1 ride, huh?

:roflmao: :lol: :roflmao:

[this is a thread for people to post semi-anonymous apologies to the persons they've dropped on their ride today]


[I'll start:]


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December 22nd, 2007 - Saturday.

To the rider in a red jersey, riding the Griffith Park Loop / Canyon this afternoon: I'm sorry I dropped you.

I first spotted you rolling East/North down Los Feliz Blvd. You were on the right hand side of the traffic, with a long-sleeved red coloured top. I came up from behind you, but an there was an opening in the traffic and I decided to cross the 3 lanes and coast down to the turn signal instead of saying hello and going at your pace. For that, I'm sorry. But it gets worse.

Originally I was intent on doing the full Mt. Hollywood climb today - this was despite not having ridden solo since mid-August with the exception of 3 rides on the back of a tandem and one ride last week, all of which were slow-paced social rides. The friends I invited to join with me were all busy, so I rode solo - and took the warning from a friend that I shouldn't try the Mt. Hollywood climb so quickly, and after coming off a recent cold. So I road through Griffith Park, thinking I wouldn't see you again - and taking it 'slow'. I decided to go up the Canyon straight away, and decide upon the Mt. Hollywood climb when I got to that intersection. Along the way, however, just after passing Mineral Wells Park, I heard you. Maybe it was you shifting, or a mis-shift, or something, but I heard you. You weren't more than a few seconds off of my rear wheel - and probably very close to being able to suck my wheel, too.

At this point, something in me snapped: despite not being up to par in my conditioning, despite pushing myself with the remnants of a cold in my body, I pulled off a 'Lance'. I turned to see you, and then I took off. I didn't let you even have the remote possibility of sucking some wheel, nor catching up. I didn't bother looking back until I was at the top of the Canyon, and I didn't see you at all - no one I had passed was even close. I waited a few seconds to see if you'd catch up, but you were further back, still out of view - so I took off. I dropped you, and I'm very sorry. I never saw you again. I did the loop three times - hoping to spot you on at least one of them, but to no avail. So I started the long climb back up Los Feliz to Vermont, still no sign.

On the climb back, I tried to justify it to myself: maybe it was because if you were behind me, you'd catch a cold. You know, with the spit going off to the sides of the road? Or maybe I would've been too slow for you? I don't know. None of these are justification for what I did.

Oh well, perhaps next time. I'm sorry.

Wow! You were really very detailed on how you dropped somebody then tried to look for him, dropped him again and then tried to look for him again! The details sound like you really felt good and enjoyed it! Best of all, you even started and ended it with an apology! You must be a very very good rider!

head to the simi or montrose ride sat morning so you can drop a couple of hundred riders at once and get it out of your system.

p.s. bring ovoleg with you

You really like that #1 ride, huh?
the club has an eight mile ride now?

the club has an eight mile ride now?

It's called the "Oleg Century".

I'm still waiting for an apology from Ovoleg for all the times he has dropped me.

i still haven't seen proof that he actually exists.

aren't you the lucky one
think us us poor souls who have actually met him

Ovoleg sighting somewhere in the San Fernando Vallley.

http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c362/jojisan/Ovosighting4-28-07.jpg

is he taking his bike out for a 'ride'?

No..no...he was on the #4 ride. He's definitely a strong rider: he dropped me & AJ, my 11-year old son. The rest of the group patiently rode at our pace.

:D
Yeah but he went home after he dropped you at mile 8 right? He didn't finish the entire ride... RIGHT?!!!


the club has an eight mile ride now?
rotflmao


It's called the "Oleg Century".
BUAHAHAHAHAHAHA... wait, stop, I can't breathe.

To the six year old girl on the Little Mermaid bike on 17th and Mesa this afternoon:

I don't know what came over me. I shouldn't even have taken any notice of you, as I was on the street and you were on the sidewalk. But when from the corner of my eye I spied you, pedaling furiously toward Centre Street, answering the call of an adult woman whom I took to be your mommy or perhaps your babysitter, instinct--an instinct that you at your tender age cannot possibly understand, but that will reveal itself to you in the fullness of time as you grow older and begin to ride bicycles that don't have little sparkly streamers on the handlebars--kicked in, and I dropped the hammer.

Rising from the saddle and pulling back against the drops of my handlebars for leverage, I initiated one of the hardest sprints of my life: my lungs burned, my legs screamed for mercy, my heart railed again and again at the confines of my rib cage, and my vision blurred as my eyes teared up with the wind and the cold and the sheer joy of the chase.

Did I cock my head back to see whether you were holding on? Did I give you "the look"? Honesty and good sportsmanship compel me to confess that I did. I did; and again candor requires me to admit to grinning when I saw your tiny form receding behind me, your little legs pumping desperately at the one-piece crank of your pearlescent blue Schwinn Butterfly. At this, I finally eased back on my own cranks and coasted back to cruising speed. I had dropped you handily, and I wasn't sure how I should feel about it. On the one hand, I had put myself willingly and spontaneously to the test on the street and had found myself more than worthy; on the other hand, you're a kindergartner.

I don't expect you to understand why I did what I did. I'm not even sure that I'm sorry. I do know that someday you will understand. You will know what it's like to train day in and day out, to put in the base miles, to control your diet and keep yourself in top shape at all times, all in preparation for that random opportunity to experience the thrill of unbridled competition on the road with another cyclist. You had good form, kid. You had heart. Someday we'll meet again, and I may not be the winner next time.

I'll see you on the street.

Man, leave for a three holiday parties and look where this thread went... Wow.

Placid - wow. Really, wow. You're cold.

It's a cold world, guy. Don't hate the player, hate the game.

To all the riders I passed around Griffith Park today: I was in a car, you didn't have a chance.

To the six year old girl on the Little Mermaid bike on 17th and Mesa this afternoon:

I don't know what came over me. I shouldn't even have taken any notice of you, as I was on the street and you were on the sidewalk. But when from the corner of my eye I spied you, pedaling furiously toward Centre Street, answering the call of an adult woman whom I took to be your mommy or perhaps your babysitter, instinct--an instinct that you at your tender age cannot possibly understand, but that will reveal itself to you in the fullness of time as you grow older and begin to ride bicycles that don't have little sparkly streamers on the handlebars--kicked in, and I dropped the hammer.

Rising from the saddle and pulling back against the drops of my handlebars for leverage, I initiated one of the hardest sprints of my life: my lungs burned, my legs screamed for mercy, my heart railed again and again at the confines of my rib cage, and my vision blurred as my eyes teared up with the wind and the cold and the sheer joy of the chase.

Did I cock my head back to see whether you were holding on? Did I give you "the look"? Honesty and good sportsmanship compel me to confess that I did. I did; and again candor requires me to admit to grinning when I saw your tiny form receding behind me, your little legs pumping desperately at the one-piece crank of your pearlescent blue Schwinn Butterfly. At this, I finally eased back on my own cranks and coasted back to cruising speed. I had dropped you handily, and I wasn't sure how I should feel about it. On the one hand, I had put myself willingly and spontaneously to the test on the street and had found myself more than worthy; on the other hand, you're a kindergartner.

I don't expect you to understand why I did what I did. I'm not even sure that I'm sorry. I do know that someday you will understand. You will know what it's like to train day in and day out, to put in the base miles, to control your diet and keep yourself in top shape at all times, all in preparation for that random opportunity to experience the thrill of unbridled competition on the road with another cyclist. You had good form, kid. You had heart. Someday we'll meet again, and I may not be the winner next time.

I'll see you on the street.

In it's context, this is one of the funniest things I've read in my life! There's no choking while laughing out loud smiley or I'd have inserted it here.

Placid - wow. Really, wow. You're cold.

I'm sorry. I forgot to tell you the first rule of SoCal BF. Don't take anything here too seriously...;)

To the six year old girl on the Little Mermaid bike on 17th and Mesa this afternoon:

:roflmao:

Yeah but he went home after he dropped you at mile 8 right? He didn't finish the entire ride... RIGHT?!!!

Hmm...come to think of it...it was around 8-miles in to the ride. Hhmmm...and I never did see him again...hhhmmmm...Even as the group stopped and waited for us..hhhmmmm...

To the six year old girl on the Little Mermaid bike on 17th and Mesa this afternoon:


:roflmao::roflmao::roflmao:

I'm crying I'm laughing so hard!! My stomach hurts!! Somebody record this.

On the one hand, I had put myself willingly and spontaneously to the test on the street and had found myself more than worthy; on the other hand, you're a kindergartner.



:roflmao:

:beer:

Hmm...come to think of it...it was around 8-miles in to the ride. Hhmmm...and I never did see him again...hhhmmmm...Even as the group stopped and waited for us..hhhmmmm...
He sprinted off the front a few times,(in classic ovoleg style), and turned around once we hit the hills. He said he had to be somewhere,(again, classic).

It's called the "Oleg Century".

dude i already dropped you like an old burrito up Topanga...do I need to come and give you that feeling again???

He sprinted off the front a few times,(in classic ovoleg style), and turned around once we hit the hills. He said he had to be somewhere,(again, classic).

i swam 1500 meters!!! after that :p

Markaj and I are heading out to GP about 11...you are most welcome to come and drop us!

Hmm...come to think of it...it was around 8-miles in to the ride. Hhmmm...and I never did see him again...hhhmmmm...Even as the group stopped and waited for us..hhhmmmm...
Yeah, I could drop Lance Armstrong if I only had to do the first 8 miles and he had to finish a double century.


i swam 1500 meters!!! after that :p
Again with the swimming. You're a real trigeek in the making.

Yeah, I could drop Lance Armstrong if I only had to do the first 8 miles and he had to finish a double century.


Again with the swimming. You're a real trigeek in the making.

I dont need to be a trigeek, I just enter and drop all the noobs.

head to the simi or montrose ride sat morning so you can drop a couple of hundred riders at once and get it out of your system.

p.s. bring ovoleg with you

LOL..Will..we can block for him as he overwhelms the group with his awesome burst of speed.

whew..I'm sure glad there's such strong riders out there.

I dont need to be a trigeek, I just enter and drop all the noobs.
Speaking of entering... I thought you were going to race USAC with us next year. One word of warning, though: there's rarely a prize for the person who is in the lead on lap 8.

just make sure they give a prime on lap 8. or, maybe his prize will be the officials telling him he doesn't have to race anymore when they pull him on lap 8

hopefully I won't be winning that prize in the upcoming season.

LOL..Will..we can block for him as he overwhelms the group with his awesome burst of speed.

whew..I'm sure glad there's such strong riders out there.

montrose ride is full of noobs that drink coffee. Fixer rides with them and he only has one gear. Think of the destruction I will deliver with my 27 gears...OWNAGE 101 to the second power= (Ownage101)^2

im sure all those noobs rides triples too..

montrose ride is full of noobs that drink coffee. Fixer rides with them and he only has one gear. Think of the destruction I will deliver with my 27 gears...OWNAGE 101 to the second power= (Ownage101)^2You know that Fixer guy has no business riding his fixie among a huge pack of riders. He should just stick to his own little museum rides or whatever they do on their hipster bikes. What is he trying to prove? The guy just down right freaks me out. I stay away from him as far away as I can every time I spot him on these fast rides. Besides, he doesn't last very long hanging with the pack anyway, but still....

:D

Good grief, where's RyanF when you really need him?

Good grief, where's RyanF when you really need him?

I don't know where he is but I am sure he is droping (sic) the hamer (sic) somewhere.