Due to some scheduling conflicts I had not been on my year round Sunday group ride since late December. Today was my first day back and I was in for a little surprise.
Typically 20 miles was the maximum winter distance, but the relatively casual Sunday ride had been infiltrated by some very serious older riders since December. So as we were waiting to get going, I hear that mostly the same collection of riders had done 40 miles yesterday. I expressed my concern to the one remaining guy from the traditional ride that I knew. I said, "John, I'm in no shape for 40 miles, especially not on studs".
He assured me that Saturday was their big ride and that they used Sundays for recovery. It would be 30 miles tops and more than likely a lot less. I would do just fine. As I glanced over the bikes, I saw one that I found reassuring. It looked like this:
It was complete with an old mechanical speedometer and the rider was wearing a big old pair of galoshes. How fast and far could he go on that?
Well, it was 30 miles later (according to the Schwinn speedo) when they decided it was time to turn around. By the end I was seriously dragging, which was bad enough but even worse was that the guy on the Schwinn had been kicking my ass the whole way.