I thought you all might find this worth a chuckle. Happened a few years ago when I was doing the daily bike commute. True story. I Swear!
I'd been doing the average daily 28 mile bike commute (19 miles AM, 9 miles PM) for some time and was in pretty fair cycling shape.
Evening, I'm headed to the bridge and home.
From the side street ahead a guy turns onto the expressway in front of me.
He's early-mid thirties and looks like he knows how to ride a bike.
I'm about 700 feet behind my new target, crusing speed of 16 miles/hour.
Turn up the wick, new speed 18 miles/hour. Not closing.
Turn up the wick, new speed 20 miles/hour. Still not closing.
Light turns red, stop.
Light turns green, target is no where in sight.
Hmmm, strange, he was here just a minute ago.
I say to myself, okay this guy flys like a pro.
Week later, similar situation.
He turns onto the street in front of me, this time, no pesky red light.
I go straight to the full-throttle 20+ miles/hour rate and this guy is flat leaving me behind.
His speed must have been 24 miles/hour or better. By the time I get to the bridge, about another mile or so, target is nowhere in sight. Color me puzzled.
I decide this guy is either a pro in sheeps clothing or he should ride the Tour and leave it at that.
Time passes, a month goes by. I'm across the bay, in the game reserve and I spot the same guy loading his bike into his car. I stop to chat, real friendly guy.
Here comes the punch line.
Wait for it...
He has a motor in the front wheel!
Man, I laughed about that for a good solid week.
My co-worker (fellow bike commuter) got a good laugh out of it too.
My speedy friend uses the motor for commuting so save his legs for fast lunch time rides with friends.
Jeff, your friendly fat biker