I now know for sure that I'm back in the game. Took the Globe out yesterday for a short ride around Lake Murray.

Soon enough, I spotted a 30-something guy up ahead, riding a pink girly bike, pulling a Bob trailer with what was probably his two year old daughter aboard.

I put the pedal to the metal and torqued my speed up to well in excess of ten miles per hour (I'm guessing), and soon dropped him like a bad habit.

My manhood confirmed, I rode with renewed confidence the remainder of the ride.

You go guy!

Quote of the week, posted by a Russian in California on the roadie forum: "Group rides are like sex: if someone isn't crying at the end of it, you're doing it wrong."

I sure hope that snot rockets weren't part of the scenario................

Did you give them The Look?

I tried doing that once with my 9 year old grandson but I fell off my bike and broke both of my elbows.

I long for the day I can drop a guy on a pink bike pulling his kid.

Yep. I can relate...I once blew the doors off a loaded logging truck with my six cylinder Ford Falcon while climbing a long hill!! I was elated.

Digital Gee; you are defintely, da man!!!!

A most impressive feat to be sure. But would you still have dropped the guy if he was on a white bike?

I once passed an ice cream vendor on a climb. He was riding his 3 wheeler with the huge cooler up front. I smoked his sorry ass. I even heard the fans yelling "Louie, Louie, Looouie!".

In that event, I would have had to "high five" him as I passed. We'd both being going slow enough to pull that off.

Sure, but he had ice cream at the top of the climb.

NICE.
The only thing is he had the key to the gate.
Pitcairn, Awesome.

Big deal dude. On my first Century about 4 years ago I got past by a guy on a Tandem out on Eisenhower at about the 73 mile mark. He had a stoker about 11 and a tag-a-long with maybe a 7 year old on the back. Yes I was tired and dragging bottom at that point but I sucked it up and worked hard to catch and pass the guy and those stokers by Lowes and the last 10 miles to the finish. And yes I give him and the kids a look. Maybe not "The Look" but between sucking air I looked at them. If I hadn't been working so hard I would have a picture of my victory.

I suspected all along that he had been doping; that would explain why he was off the front for so long before I finally caught him.

Ice Cream. It just ain't fair. They ought to ban that stuff.

I just got an email from my nephew who siad he has his daughter out for a ride today. As they were headed around the lake he heard his daughter say, "Daddy, can we please slow down. That big man behind us is breathing really hard. I think he's trying to catch up."

So you cranked it up to 400 watts and dropped that Fred like a brick? (Apologies to R600Duraace)

Bill

TEN MILES PER HOUR??? More proof that you guys all exaggerate when reporting your speeds.

Damn straight!

As Beaver might say, "You guys are sure giving me the business!"

Beaver, if you keep quiet I'll let you ride my new bike.

The world shuddered when his soul was crushed.

One morning I was commuting to work in about two feet of snow. I pounded my way up a 4% grade, and managed to pass a Miata (probably with "all-season radials" that are basically summer tires) slipping and sliding uphill. The bike was actually getting more traction. I gave him the look as I passed.

L.