Originally Posted by RIRview
Was headed southbound from El Dorado Park, towards the power plants where the wind just screams right in your face. I caught up to two roadies, and tucked behind them as I needed a break from the pounding from the headwind. Their pace was a bit slower than mine, so after a mile or so I pulled ahead, put my hands in the drops, put my head down and toughed it out. As I reached the end of the trail where you have to exit at Marina Drive, I made a right turn, and I heard a voice call out "Thank you." I looked and saw it was one of the guys I had tucked behind earlier.
Very nice gesture.
We ride the SGRT all the time and once, on the way back, an old dude comes past. He looked like a racer from 1970, kitted out. I would guess...70 yrs old.
Some weekend warrior was drafting him and we jumped on behind them. The OG was riding pretty hard into the wind... 23-25mph, I guess.
We just sat back and then worked through, taking long pulls to let him recover.
WWarrior didn't do crap for pulls and started attacking after OG took a long pull.
We just hung back w/ OG and let him draft as we pulled back the WW, but OG eventually gave up the ghost.
So, we just caught back up to WW and decided to make him suffer.
So we just took to the front and kept upping the tempo until he could just barely hang on, then slow a bit... repeat.
WW never hit the front but blew out the back after a short time.
I hope the OG caught him and passed because that is not cool.