A 25 mile evening ride of about 14 cyclists with only one other medicare age old fart, my buddy Bob, started way late waiting on a straggler. Had hardly been out any time when my phone started chiming to announce text messages,which I ignored. Then it started ringing -- and I do leave the phone on for emergencies. I thought I had an understanding with my wife, don't text, don't call except for emergency when I am on the bike. Apparently not, which led to a heated discussion, to say the least. Meanwhile I am distracted and Bob and I get separated from the group. Fortunately we hooked up again soon. But by now I am pretty frustrated and angry and, guess what? Normally I ride back middle with the security of a couple of much slower riders such that when the lead riders stop to regroup I will not be the last one they are waiting for. But I was so pissed off it was energizing. At times here I am pushing my platform pedals and hanging on to flat bars AHEAD of all these young guys and gals. There is one spot where the young hot-shoes go all out to do a Strava rally and that is the only area where I was not right with them. Bob said he was having a hard time keeping up with me last night and that is not usually the case. Interesting!
All is mellow now, or getting there, so I will probably be riding 10-12th out of 14 next week.
Great to go that abnormally fast -- by my standards -- but I don't think the method by which I did so should be used habitually.
Don in Austin