Yesterday, I was taking the newly opened MUP around Lake Mirimar. For years, the actual dam has been off limits, but somehow they got permission to open that up, and now you can ride complete laps around the lake. It's quite beautiful, and the road is two lanes wide and there's not much problem with the various types of people using it -- walkers, bladers, cyclists, etc.
So anyway, there I am, tooling along at a pretty good clip for me, when suddenly in my Take A Look sunglass-mounted rear view mirror I notice a cyclist coming up pretty fast behind me. Hey -- that happens all the time.
Only this time was different. As he passed me, a whirling dervish of a commotion, a swish of wind as he sped along his way, leaving me in his dust. I had just enough time to notice what bike he was riding. I was astonished to see it was another WHITE Roubaix, just like mine. I've never seen another on the road before, although I'm sure they're out there.
It can be bad enough to get dropped (if one cares about that, which I really don't), but to be dropped by your own bike is, well, almost an out of body experience!