[this is a thread for people to post semi-anonymous apologies to the persons they've dropped on their ride today]
December 22nd, 2007 - Saturday.
To the rider in a red jersey, riding the Griffith Park Loop / Canyon this afternoon: I'm sorry I dropped you.
I first spotted you rolling East/North down Los Feliz Blvd. You were on the right hand side of the traffic, with a long-sleeved red coloured top. I came up from behind you, but an there was an opening in the traffic and I decided to cross the 3 lanes and coast down to the turn signal instead of saying hello and going at your pace. For that, I'm sorry. But it gets worse.
Originally I was intent on doing the full Mt. Hollywood climb today - this was despite not having ridden solo since mid-August with the exception of 3 rides on the back of a tandem and one ride last week, all of which were slow-paced social rides. The friends I invited to join with me were all busy, so I rode solo - and took the warning from a friend that I shouldn't try the Mt. Hollywood climb so quickly, and after coming off a recent cold. So I road through Griffith Park, thinking I wouldn't see you again - and taking it 'slow'. I decided to go up the Canyon straight away, and decide upon the Mt. Hollywood climb when I got to that intersection. Along the way, however, just after passing Mineral Wells Park, I heard you. Maybe it was you shifting, or a mis-shift, or something, but I heard you. You weren't more than a few seconds off of my rear wheel - and probably very close to being able to suck my wheel, too.
At this point, something in me snapped: despite not being up to par in my conditioning, despite pushing myself with the remnants of a cold in my body, I pulled off a 'Lance'. I turned to see you, and then I took off. I didn't let you even have the remote possibility of sucking some wheel, nor catching up. I didn't bother looking back until I was at the top of the Canyon, and I didn't see you at all - no one I had passed was even close. I waited a few seconds to see if you'd catch up, but you were further back, still out of view - so I took off. I dropped you, and I'm very sorry. I never saw you again. I did the loop three times - hoping to spot you on at least one of them, but to no avail. So I started the long climb back up Los Feliz to Vermont, still no sign.
On the climb back, I tried to justify it to myself: maybe it was because if you were behind me, you'd catch a cold. You know, with the spit going off to the sides of the road? Or maybe I would've been too slow for you? I don't know. None of these are justification for what I did.
Oh well, perhaps next time. I'm sorry.