ok, I'm gettin old, I admit it. I'm 61, been biking in Washington, DC since 1974. Seen a lot of changes since then, some great, some good, some, well, not so much.
Heat advisory here, but went out for about 4 hours on Saturday on my folder and it wasn't so bad, little warm (103), but I kept moving and it was fun. So yesterday I figured I'll take the Trek Soho to Herndon from NW DC. Gonna be cooler (99). Got up early and headed out. Roughly a 45 mile round trip.
Guess it was somewhere between 8 and 8:30 when I hit Vienna and started noticing more people out, probably trying to beat the heat.
Between Vienna and Herndon and a few "real" bikers started passing me. I'm used to it; years of basketball and tennis have done their job on my knees so I'm steady but ain't settin no records. However this was different. These people were buzzing me. These people were haulin past me literally inches away from me. And all of them would wait til they were next to me to give that muffled "on your left" they call a warning.
I was startled more than once. Then it hit me - they have a whole lane to pass me in. There's nobody out here! What the hail! Why were they passing so close?
Closing in on Herndon and a guy buzzed me while yelling "move over", followed by 3 of his friends.
Move over? Ok, you fly up on me and give no warning and I'm supposed to leap a foot to my right so you won't have to be bothered with going into that big empty lane over there? Sorry pumpkin, that is not gonna happen.
For all you wannabe's out there trying real hard to set some kinda personal record, remember this; Your pace means nothing to me. Nothing at all. And I'm sure not going to change my line and break my pace so you can maintain yours. Ever.
Some changes... not so much.