Originally Posted by
logdrum
There is a guy who used to be a part of the Olympic team in the 90's (don't know if he actually competed in the Olympics) who lives in our town. 4 years ago, I got a chance to ride alongside him briefly. I thought I was doing pretty good holding 23 mph on a relatively windless day. But I cannot even talk to him easily anymore and he was still whistling as he dropped me really fast when the road started to just have a bit of an incline. My speed dropped fast to 17 mph.
Originally Posted by
bbattle
There's a training ride here that runs in the upper 20's, low 30's for the whole ride. They caught my slower group at a turn and I jumped on the back with a couple of others. It was all I could do to stay in the draft and when I looked back to see if anyone else was there, I slipped out of the draft and WHAM! was suddenly dropped like a ton of bricks. Never saw so many carbon wheelsets in my life.
Hehe... I just laugh when I get humbled like that.
Me: *huff...puff...* "Howz' it goin?"
Fast dude: "Mm, doing good. Doo de doo..."
*DROP*
Me: *huff...puff...huff...* "F.....k.."