Originally Posted by
canam73
As we never spoke, I am wondering if I am now the goofy cyclist who kept taking off like a bat out of hell and then dying and getting caught in his story.
"I was out for a ride, and caught up to this guy and started to draft. He proceeded to dial it up to 400 watts, in his attempt to drop me, must have been a racer.
While he got some initial seperation, I rode my own pace and soon rolled him up as he faded. After a short recovery he again dialed it to 400 watts, only to the same result. My presence must have been very frustrating to this racer, as he continued to repeat his futile attacks.
I reached my turn and went home, relieving him of his frustration."