Originally Posted by
mcjimbosandwich
so is this your sunday ride: go to nyack by ways of harriman, do the rocket ride, and go back home? damn, that's insane. i just hope i can do that when i'm in my late 40's
yeah, guilty as charged; i was in my columbia kit. i was actually surprised that there weren't more cyclist. when i passed you, i saw the figure of a cyclist first, then the brauer kit, then the 404, and i was pretty certain it was you. i actually wanted to stop, head back & say hi, but my legs were too toasted. my ride back to NYC afterwards sucked, and i was so tired after the GWB that i said eff it & took the subway home. it's not a lot of fun when my HR is jacked & i'm going 16mph...
you would have hated us on the way back home then where the only relief came in the form of two riders getting flats. The Cat 1 rider in the group decided he was in the mood to sprint and left most of us sheltering and trying to catch up; he did come back to sting the group back together. The one sprint I didn't even bother was when he took off on the Palisades Ave hills heading to 9W, I attempted to make the effort but didn't want to break my legs and since I didn't have my Life Alert on me I couldn't have called and said "I've fallen and I can't get up".
Originally Posted by
patentcad
I do that like once a year when I'm feeling ambitious. When I do the Nyack Ride I typically just drive to the bike shop in Piermont and do the 50 mile loop with them. But I wanted the miles today. Managed to hang with those boys until 9W, but that ride was shattered. There was a break of like 10 guys that we were never going to see again, another group of 5 chasing them, then the bunch. I was in the bunch. Hell, my goal today was just to be close enough to hit somebody in the back of the head with a Frisbee by the time we got to the top of Scratchup (that's about 3-4 mles from the end). That's where I went north and they turned south.
I'm 52 by the way. 53 in November. Hell, there's a guy on that ride who's fitter than me and he's friggin 60. I do this to stay skinny and sane. Racing. Who the hell am I going to race? They're all faster than me now. Besides, I've been racing on and off for 20 friggin years. What did I ever get? A bunch of $25 prizes and a little plastic trophy. God what a dumb sport.
Hey, one out of two ain't bad.
What more do you want? Podium girls and soft cheese?