So I'm up early and decide to do a short (10-mile) recovery ride from the 30-mile I did day before yesterday. I couldn't go yesterday because my hands were killing me, and today they are STILL hurting so I got the bright idea of putting on my wrist wraps for Krav Maga, and since I had the gym bag open and it was cold out, I threw on my warm-up clothes as well (black Adidas sweat suit). I pegged the pants for good measure so I didn't shred them on my sprocket, with my white tube socks out for all to see. Amazingly enough, my gloves fit over my wrist wraps, and although snug, I figured they would be OK for a short ride. It DID kinda look like I was wearing boxing gloves, but who's gonna see me at 6:00 am on a Sunday, right?
So off I go, on my Wal Mart Mongoose MTB, for a nice easy ride. So far, so good. Pain in my hands tolerable and circulation still good. Went down to the Waterfront from Sellwood, took a few swigs of water, and headed on back. There were a few more roadies than normal coming the other way, but I just figured it was some sort of group ride. But...holy crap! On the way back, there were tons of roadies everywhere, and all wearing numbers! I looked closely at one: "Portland Century!" Good grief...
You can't even imagine how much of a dork I felt like as about 30-40 roadies dropped me, while I was all dressed out in my Krav Maga gear right down to the wrist wraps, and riding on my Mongoose MTB at recovery pace. And to make it worse, they were on pace for 100 miles while I was only doing 10, so I felt like a complete *******.
Long story short, I felt like a total moron ultra-Fred X 1000 on my ride today. Never heard "on your left" so many times in one month, let alone one day. Kinda funny though...
God I can't wait for my new road bike to come in. Come on Felt, I need some production on the 2010 F95 line! Di Di Mau!
Thanks! Thought at least someone would get a kick out of it. It was certainly the most awkward ride I've ever had thus far.
What's funny is, that's not the first event I've unknowingly become a part of.
Once I went to watch the Oregon Trail Rally (the kind of rally where cars race through the forest). Well, when looking for the spectator area a rally-type car passed me going pretty fast for that kind of road, and I had a sneaking suspicion I was in the wrong place. I ended up at the starting line of the race! They were like "go back!", so I did, and almost ended up in a collision with another rally car hurrying to the line.