Originally Posted by simplyred
Yeah, I definitely was too much of the nice guy. I've learned a lot from this relationship.
I just wanted to say that my bike is so much more than a bike. It's my emotional crutch - and you know, since carbon is so strong - I can lean on it - HARD
I'm glad that I could immediately look towards a ride when she told me this morning versus sulking in bed feeling sorry for myself. I felt much better having the sun beat down on my face and just enjoy the delicious feeling of speed.
I guess most of you have tons of stories that are attached to your bikes. And this would be a big one that hangs off the handlebar of my ride - funny how this one, something weighing on my bike actually increases my speed
Thanks again,
-simplyred
Anger is a great motivator. A few days ago my buddy and I were out riding when a city bus, with three lanes available, passes us so close that he brushed my elbow. We were already doing about 25. I was so pissed, I shot out to the left of the lane, sprinted to 35, and caught the driver's window. Punched it a few times and flipped him off like 1 foot from his face. Then sprinted to 40, ran a yellow light and left the bus, its driver and bewildered passengers at the light. When I got home and looked at the ride data, my HR at that point had broken 200.