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I've had that happen, where someone gets mad because they can't pass you.
Like it's my fault they are slower and I should just slow down so they can feel better about being able to pass me?
People are weird. No one wants to take any personal responsibility anymore. Everyone wants to just be granted equal results without doing equal the work.
I couldn't pass the old guy in my story in the OP. I'm sure as hell not mad at him about it. It's not his fault he's a stronger rider than I am.
Like it's my fault they are slower and I should just slow down so they can feel better about being able to pass me?
People are weird. No one wants to take any personal responsibility anymore. Everyone wants to just be granted equal results without doing equal the work.
I couldn't pass the old guy in my story in the OP. I'm sure as hell not mad at him about it. It's not his fault he's a stronger rider than I am.
I've had people clearly work like hell just to barely pass me after riding behind me for several miles then just start fading as soon as they get in front. If you pass me in that situation, I'm going to draft you because I sure as heck don't feel any obligation to slow down to match your diminishing speed. Usually I pass them after about a half mile or so and never see them again.
I'm always curious what the scenario is in their head when they struggle so hard just to get in front. I guess they think the guy with white hair is going to lose it at some point.
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I've had people clearly work like hell just to barely pass me after riding behind me for several miles then just start fading as soon as they get in front. If you pass me in that situation, I'm going to draft you because I sure as heck don't feel any obligation to slow down to match your diminishing speed. Usually I pass them after about a half mile or so and never see them again.
I'm always curious what the scenario is in their head when they struggle so hard just to get in front. I guess they think the guy with white hair is going to lose it at some point.
I'm always curious what the scenario is in their head when they struggle so hard just to get in front. I guess they think the guy with white hair is going to lose it at some point.
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I am disappointed. I came in to this topic expecting to hear cruising mid 20's and climbing at 18+.
Pretty sure the middle school gang of boys that cruises the greenway behind my house looking for fun/trouble goes that fast.
I'm out.
Pretty sure the middle school gang of boys that cruises the greenway behind my house looking for fun/trouble goes that fast.
I'm out.
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There's a crossfit class letting out somewhere that might want to compare workout stats with you. You guys have fun.
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One morning last year I was cycling in to work while it was still dark out. It is very rare that I see another cyclist out at this time, but this day there was what appeared to be a cyclist a ways in front of me with an unusual glowing light surrounding his/her bike. So I ramped it up, excited to meet a fellow cyclist. (and find out what light they were using)
As I got closer, I could see it was an older gentleman on a English style 3 speed sporting a sharp cap and neck scarf. As I coasted down to pace him and caught my breath, I extended a friendly greeting. He made no comment. I tried again. “I ride through here several days a week, how about you?” To my surprise there was still no acknowledgement of any type! Worse, I started to feel a sudden chill.
At this point I was feeling understandably uncomfortable, and a bit unnerved, so I offered a quick “Have a nice ride” and started sprinting ahead. I checked my mirror almost instantly only to find that he was gone, which was quite odd as there wasn’t any place he could have turned off to! Just as I started to feel tingles over my entire body I realized that I had just passed the cemetery.
I took a different route the next day.
As I got closer, I could see it was an older gentleman on a English style 3 speed sporting a sharp cap and neck scarf. As I coasted down to pace him and caught my breath, I extended a friendly greeting. He made no comment. I tried again. “I ride through here several days a week, how about you?” To my surprise there was still no acknowledgement of any type! Worse, I started to feel a sudden chill.
At this point I was feeling understandably uncomfortable, and a bit unnerved, so I offered a quick “Have a nice ride” and started sprinting ahead. I checked my mirror almost instantly only to find that he was gone, which was quite odd as there wasn’t any place he could have turned off to! Just as I started to feel tingles over my entire body I realized that I had just passed the cemetery.
I took a different route the next day.
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One morning last year I was cycling in to work while it was still dark out. It is very rare that I see another cyclist out at this time, but this day there was what appeared to be a cyclist a ways in front of me with an unusual glowing light surrounding his/her bike. So I ramped it up, excited to meet a fellow cyclist. (and find out what light they were using)
As I got closer, I could see it was an older gentleman on a English style 3 speed sporting a sharp cap and neck scarf. As I coasted down to pace him and caught my breath, I extended a friendly greeting. He made no comment. I tried again. “I ride through here several days a week, how about you?” To my surprise there was still no acknowledgement of any type! Worse, I started to feel a sudden chill.
At this point I was feeling understandably uncomfortable, and a bit unnerved, so I offered a quick “Have a nice ride” and started sprinting ahead. I checked my mirror almost instantly only to find that he was gone, which was quite odd as there wasn’t any place he could have turned off to! Just as I started to feel tingles over my entire body I realized that I had just passed the cemetery.
I took a different route the next day.
As I got closer, I could see it was an older gentleman on a English style 3 speed sporting a sharp cap and neck scarf. As I coasted down to pace him and caught my breath, I extended a friendly greeting. He made no comment. I tried again. “I ride through here several days a week, how about you?” To my surprise there was still no acknowledgement of any type! Worse, I started to feel a sudden chill.
At this point I was feeling understandably uncomfortable, and a bit unnerved, so I offered a quick “Have a nice ride” and started sprinting ahead. I checked my mirror almost instantly only to find that he was gone, which was quite odd as there wasn’t any place he could have turned off to! Just as I started to feel tingles over my entire body I realized that I had just passed the cemetery.
I took a different route the next day.
I hear the abandoned asylum is quite nice this time of year.
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I have kind of a funny story like that. I was riding on a busy state highway and stopped on a red light to let the cars coming off the interstate ramp turn onto the highway. Suddenly, this guy about 30 years younger than me zooms by, runs the light right in front of the cars exiting off the ramp, and just misses getting hit. It was actually upsetting to watch because he's about my son's age.
I decided I wanted to talk to him because I really thought he was oblivious to what almost happened, so after the light turned green, I floored it and caught up with him about 1/2 mile later. I said, basically, hey, you ran the red light back there and you only weren't killed because someone slammed their brakes, at which point he said something like "you did it too". I told him that I hadn't, I waited out the light and was able to catch him. We were both doing better than 20 during this exchange. After he saw that I was actually just concerned, he explained that he had just started biking again, and didn't think running lights was a big deal, but now he'd have to rethink that. We ended up riding a few miles together and had a very pleasant conversation about good places to bike. He had just ridden his first solo century.
I've had a few good chats with people whose speed matched pretty closely to mine. If they can keep up, they're definitely into bikes.
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One morning last year I was cycling in to work while it was still dark out. It is very rare that I see another cyclist out at this time, but this day there was what appeared to be a cyclist a ways in front of me with an unusual glowing light surrounding his/her bike. So I ramped it up, excited to meet a fellow cyclist. (and find out what light they were using)
As I got closer, I could see it was an older gentleman on a English style 3 speed sporting a sharp cap and neck scarf. As I coasted down to pace him and caught my breath, I extended a friendly greeting. He made no comment. I tried again. “I ride through here several days a week, how about you?” To my surprise there was still no acknowledgement of any type! Worse, I started to feel a sudden chill.
At this point I was feeling understandably uncomfortable, and a bit unnerved, so I offered a quick “Have a nice ride” and started sprinting ahead. I checked my mirror almost instantly only to find that he was gone, which was quite odd as there wasn’t any place he could have turned off to! Just as I started to feel tingles over my entire body I realized that I had just passed the cemetery.
I took a different route the next day.
As I got closer, I could see it was an older gentleman on a English style 3 speed sporting a sharp cap and neck scarf. As I coasted down to pace him and caught my breath, I extended a friendly greeting. He made no comment. I tried again. “I ride through here several days a week, how about you?” To my surprise there was still no acknowledgement of any type! Worse, I started to feel a sudden chill.
At this point I was feeling understandably uncomfortable, and a bit unnerved, so I offered a quick “Have a nice ride” and started sprinting ahead. I checked my mirror almost instantly only to find that he was gone, which was quite odd as there wasn’t any place he could have turned off to! Just as I started to feel tingles over my entire body I realized that I had just passed the cemetery.
I took a different route the next day.
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Great post OP! You made me chuckle.
There was one particular rail trail in our area that erstwhile TDF riders claimed for their own. They buzzed people (including families with little kids) at closing speeds that would have surely caused serious injury to anyone they hit and themselves. I had friends that were bike cops who were responsible for patrolling the trail and they were at their wits end trying to get a handle on it before someone got hurt badly. It was basically the same group of guys, every Saturday and Sunday around mid-morning, when the trail was used heavily by recreational cyclists and families.
I was road racing at the time and was pretty fit; the plan was for me to get out my old Schwinn Varsity, wear a pair cut off jean shorts, a sleeveless flannel shirt and some low top Chuck Taylor basketball shoes. The only concessions I made were a set of GL330 tubie wheels with Record hubs and Clement Criterium Setas, a straight block, all topped off with Schwinn Approved toe clips and straps. I rolled down the path at the appropriate time and sure enough here they came in a paceline with the front two or three riders barking for me to get out of the way despite being about six inches from the right edge of the pavement. My bike cop friends had been sending folks entering the path ahead in the other direction because of "tree trimming" or something like that so we had that section all to ourselves.
I let them get well past me and didn't ramp up until the last guy looked around and said something to the group; I presumed it was that they were clear of me. I got down in the drops and motored up to the line that was traveling at a pretty good clip. The last fellow never heard me and after I recovered a little I pulled around to his left and and nearly shouted in my best Gomer Pyle voice "WHACH YA'LL DOIN'? RACIN'? The last four or five guys nearly jumped out of their skin I proceeded to ask questions and make small talk while moving up the line until I got to the front. I chatted up the peloton bossman and asked if I could take a turn at the front, he obliged but only if I "held my line and didn't touch the brakes". I agreed and slipped in front of him; I flattened out my back and slowly ramped up the speed a little at a time while looking between my legs to see when he was losing contact with my wheel. Every time he did I slowed down just enough for him to make contact then I sped up ever so slightly until he lost contact again. I did that for a mile or so and then sat up on the tops of the bars and had a look around, the paceline was shattered so I slowed down and let them re-group; then we did it all over again The second time, one of the guys from the back rode to the front and was determined to get by me so I half wheeled him until he blew and then slowed down for another re-group.
After everyone was back together I thanked them for letting me ride along, said I was in a hurry to get back and couldn't wait for them anymore. I dropped the hammer and rode the last four or five miles to the trailhead in the next town where they always stopped for a break. I waited on a bench next to a caboose a friend of mine rented bikes out of (not the bike cop friends) and in they came, in ones and twos. Several had "the cough" you get when you've pinged your absolute limit you haven't seen in a while. I had my bike parked just far enough away that it would pass a cursory visual inspection to be an ordinary 1974 Lime Green Schwinn Varsity. As they parked their bikes I chatted as if nothing was wrong and asked about their ride schedule as I thought I might like to "catch up and ride with them some more". I've never heard more vague mumbling in my life They were plenty pizzed and were walking away when I pulled out the coup de gras. I had put a pack of non filter Lucky Strike cigarettes in my shirt pocket, put one in my mouth and asked the crowd of riders if any of them had a light before they went in
As they went inside, I told them I was off on the weekends and would hang around for the chance to ride together again. My bike cop friends said they didn't return to that particular path the rest of the season. It may have been later that same year or the next, my partner and I were at work patrolling the Dayton bikeway (we were on the Dayton Police Bike Patrol) when we saw a couple of the guys from that group. They stopped and spoke to us for a few minutes and I could tell one them was clearly trying to figure out where he'd seen me before. We were in uniform and it threw him off just enough that he just couldn't place me. They rode off about 30 or 40 yards and stopped, the guy that recognized me (or thought he did) was talking to the other guy and they both looked back at us. I gave them the "are you OK" thumbs up and they returned it. Then, because I can never leave well enough alone, I called out to the both of them and asked if either had a light They shook their heads no, clipped in and rode off
There was one particular rail trail in our area that erstwhile TDF riders claimed for their own. They buzzed people (including families with little kids) at closing speeds that would have surely caused serious injury to anyone they hit and themselves. I had friends that were bike cops who were responsible for patrolling the trail and they were at their wits end trying to get a handle on it before someone got hurt badly. It was basically the same group of guys, every Saturday and Sunday around mid-morning, when the trail was used heavily by recreational cyclists and families.
I was road racing at the time and was pretty fit; the plan was for me to get out my old Schwinn Varsity, wear a pair cut off jean shorts, a sleeveless flannel shirt and some low top Chuck Taylor basketball shoes. The only concessions I made were a set of GL330 tubie wheels with Record hubs and Clement Criterium Setas, a straight block, all topped off with Schwinn Approved toe clips and straps. I rolled down the path at the appropriate time and sure enough here they came in a paceline with the front two or three riders barking for me to get out of the way despite being about six inches from the right edge of the pavement. My bike cop friends had been sending folks entering the path ahead in the other direction because of "tree trimming" or something like that so we had that section all to ourselves.
I let them get well past me and didn't ramp up until the last guy looked around and said something to the group; I presumed it was that they were clear of me. I got down in the drops and motored up to the line that was traveling at a pretty good clip. The last fellow never heard me and after I recovered a little I pulled around to his left and and nearly shouted in my best Gomer Pyle voice "WHACH YA'LL DOIN'? RACIN'? The last four or five guys nearly jumped out of their skin I proceeded to ask questions and make small talk while moving up the line until I got to the front. I chatted up the peloton bossman and asked if I could take a turn at the front, he obliged but only if I "held my line and didn't touch the brakes". I agreed and slipped in front of him; I flattened out my back and slowly ramped up the speed a little at a time while looking between my legs to see when he was losing contact with my wheel. Every time he did I slowed down just enough for him to make contact then I sped up ever so slightly until he lost contact again. I did that for a mile or so and then sat up on the tops of the bars and had a look around, the paceline was shattered so I slowed down and let them re-group; then we did it all over again The second time, one of the guys from the back rode to the front and was determined to get by me so I half wheeled him until he blew and then slowed down for another re-group.
After everyone was back together I thanked them for letting me ride along, said I was in a hurry to get back and couldn't wait for them anymore. I dropped the hammer and rode the last four or five miles to the trailhead in the next town where they always stopped for a break. I waited on a bench next to a caboose a friend of mine rented bikes out of (not the bike cop friends) and in they came, in ones and twos. Several had "the cough" you get when you've pinged your absolute limit you haven't seen in a while. I had my bike parked just far enough away that it would pass a cursory visual inspection to be an ordinary 1974 Lime Green Schwinn Varsity. As they parked their bikes I chatted as if nothing was wrong and asked about their ride schedule as I thought I might like to "catch up and ride with them some more". I've never heard more vague mumbling in my life They were plenty pizzed and were walking away when I pulled out the coup de gras. I had put a pack of non filter Lucky Strike cigarettes in my shirt pocket, put one in my mouth and asked the crowd of riders if any of them had a light before they went in
As they went inside, I told them I was off on the weekends and would hang around for the chance to ride together again. My bike cop friends said they didn't return to that particular path the rest of the season. It may have been later that same year or the next, my partner and I were at work patrolling the Dayton bikeway (we were on the Dayton Police Bike Patrol) when we saw a couple of the guys from that group. They stopped and spoke to us for a few minutes and I could tell one them was clearly trying to figure out where he'd seen me before. We were in uniform and it threw him off just enough that he just couldn't place me. They rode off about 30 or 40 yards and stopped, the guy that recognized me (or thought he did) was talking to the other guy and they both looked back at us. I gave them the "are you OK" thumbs up and they returned it. Then, because I can never leave well enough alone, I called out to the both of them and asked if either had a light They shook their heads no, clipped in and rode off
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Is it gauging ones fitness or ego on how many people are passed on a ride? For a real test go to the races as a participant. Cat 5 will do for now. as it is not very fast or brutal. Will put some perspective on where MUP riders really are in the world of go faster.
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You know rule #1 ! Always let everyone know you do crossfit, always talk about crossfit.
I follow the inverse of rule #1 , I let people know I do NOT do crossfit. If I threw a dart at an ftp chart it would fall on the male side and somewhere in the upper half. Not at the "women giggle" size.......but no Dirk Diggler either.
But, we get your point. I'm just having fun.
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We have one of those in our hometown… it’s been abandoned for many years. Snooping around, we were surprised to find one door open, so of course we went in. Found a pile of what appeared to be restraints in one room. Electricity was shut down, as would be expected. (we kept trying light switches) So why did we hear a ventilation fan kick on? Worse, why did a door swing closed behind us? I kept telling myself it was due to the fan. Thankfully it didn’t lock, or I would’ve certainly pooped myself. I was ecstatic to find our bikes were still there waiting for us when we got out.
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BTW, Cat 5 doesn't really tell you where you are in the world of go faster, either.
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Great post OP! You made me chuckle.
There was one particular rail trail in our area that erstwhile TDF riders claimed for their own. They buzzed people (including families with little kids) at closing speeds that would have surely caused serious injury to anyone they hit and themselves. I had friends that were bike cops who were responsible for patrolling the trail and they were at their wits end trying to get a handle on it before someone got hurt badly. It was basically the same group of guys, every Saturday and Sunday around mid-morning, when the trail was used heavily by recreational cyclists and families.
I was road racing at the time and was pretty fit; the plan was for me to get out my old Schwinn Varsity, wear a pair cut off jean shorts, a sleeveless flannel shirt and some low top Chuck Taylor basketball shoes. The only concessions I made were a set of GL330 tubie wheels with Record hubs and Clement Criterium Setas, a straight block, all topped off with Schwinn Approved toe clips and straps. I rolled down the path at the appropriate time and sure enough here they came in a paceline with the front two or three riders barking for me to get out of the way despite being about six inches from the right edge of the pavement. My bike cop friends had been sending folks entering the path ahead in the other direction because of "tree trimming" or something like that so we had that section all to ourselves.
I let them get well past me and didn't ramp up until the last guy looked around and said something to the group; I presumed it was that they were clear of me. I got down in the drops and motored up to the line that was traveling at a pretty good clip. The last fellow never heard me and after I recovered a little I pulled around to his left and and nearly shouted in my best Gomer Pyle voice "WHACH YA'LL DOIN'? RACIN'? The last four or five guys nearly jumped out of their skin I proceeded to ask questions and make small talk while moving up the line until I got to the front. I chatted up the peloton bossman and asked if I could take a turn at the front, he obliged but only if I "held my line and didn't touch the brakes". I agreed and slipped in front of him; I flattened out my back and slowly ramped up the speed a little at a time while looking between my legs to see when he was losing contact with my wheel. Every time he did I slowed down just enough for him to make contact then I sped up ever so slightly until he lost contact again. I did that for a mile or so and then sat up on the tops of the bars and had a look around, the paceline was shattered so I slowed down and let them re-group; then we did it all over again The second time, one of the guys from the back rode to the front and was determined to get by me so I half wheeled him until he blew and then slowed down for another re-group.
After everyone was back together I thanked them for letting me ride along, said I was in a hurry to get back and couldn't wait for them anymore. I dropped the hammer and rode the last four or five miles to the trailhead in the next town where they always stopped for a break. I waited on a bench next to a caboose a friend of mine rented bikes out of (not the bike cop friends) and in they came, in ones and twos. Several had "the cough" you get when you've pinged your absolute limit you haven't seen in a while. I had my bike parked just far enough away that it would pass a cursory visual inspection to be an ordinary 1974 Lime Green Schwinn Varsity. As they parked their bikes I chatted as if nothing was wrong and asked about their ride schedule as I thought I might like to "catch up and ride with them some more". I've never heard more vague mumbling in my life They were plenty pizzed and were walking away when I pulled out the coup de gras. I had put a pack of non filter Lucky Strike cigarettes in my shirt pocket, put one in my mouth and asked the crowd of riders if any of them had a light before they went in
As they went inside, I told them I was off on the weekends and would hang around for the chance to ride together again. My bike cop friends said they didn't return to that particular path the rest of the season. It may have been later that same year or the next, my partner and I were at work patrolling the Dayton bikeway (we were on the Dayton Police Bike Patrol) when we saw a couple of the guys from that group. They stopped and spoke to us for a few minutes and I could tell one them was clearly trying to figure out where he'd seen me before. We were in uniform and it threw him off just enough that he just couldn't place me. They rode off about 30 or 40 yards and stopped, the guy that recognized me (or thought he did) was talking to the other guy and they both looked back at us. I gave them the "are you OK" thumbs up and they returned it. Then, because I can never leave well enough alone, I called out to the both of them and asked if either had a light They shook their heads no, clipped in and rode off
There was one particular rail trail in our area that erstwhile TDF riders claimed for their own. They buzzed people (including families with little kids) at closing speeds that would have surely caused serious injury to anyone they hit and themselves. I had friends that were bike cops who were responsible for patrolling the trail and they were at their wits end trying to get a handle on it before someone got hurt badly. It was basically the same group of guys, every Saturday and Sunday around mid-morning, when the trail was used heavily by recreational cyclists and families.
I was road racing at the time and was pretty fit; the plan was for me to get out my old Schwinn Varsity, wear a pair cut off jean shorts, a sleeveless flannel shirt and some low top Chuck Taylor basketball shoes. The only concessions I made were a set of GL330 tubie wheels with Record hubs and Clement Criterium Setas, a straight block, all topped off with Schwinn Approved toe clips and straps. I rolled down the path at the appropriate time and sure enough here they came in a paceline with the front two or three riders barking for me to get out of the way despite being about six inches from the right edge of the pavement. My bike cop friends had been sending folks entering the path ahead in the other direction because of "tree trimming" or something like that so we had that section all to ourselves.
I let them get well past me and didn't ramp up until the last guy looked around and said something to the group; I presumed it was that they were clear of me. I got down in the drops and motored up to the line that was traveling at a pretty good clip. The last fellow never heard me and after I recovered a little I pulled around to his left and and nearly shouted in my best Gomer Pyle voice "WHACH YA'LL DOIN'? RACIN'? The last four or five guys nearly jumped out of their skin I proceeded to ask questions and make small talk while moving up the line until I got to the front. I chatted up the peloton bossman and asked if I could take a turn at the front, he obliged but only if I "held my line and didn't touch the brakes". I agreed and slipped in front of him; I flattened out my back and slowly ramped up the speed a little at a time while looking between my legs to see when he was losing contact with my wheel. Every time he did I slowed down just enough for him to make contact then I sped up ever so slightly until he lost contact again. I did that for a mile or so and then sat up on the tops of the bars and had a look around, the paceline was shattered so I slowed down and let them re-group; then we did it all over again The second time, one of the guys from the back rode to the front and was determined to get by me so I half wheeled him until he blew and then slowed down for another re-group.
After everyone was back together I thanked them for letting me ride along, said I was in a hurry to get back and couldn't wait for them anymore. I dropped the hammer and rode the last four or five miles to the trailhead in the next town where they always stopped for a break. I waited on a bench next to a caboose a friend of mine rented bikes out of (not the bike cop friends) and in they came, in ones and twos. Several had "the cough" you get when you've pinged your absolute limit you haven't seen in a while. I had my bike parked just far enough away that it would pass a cursory visual inspection to be an ordinary 1974 Lime Green Schwinn Varsity. As they parked their bikes I chatted as if nothing was wrong and asked about their ride schedule as I thought I might like to "catch up and ride with them some more". I've never heard more vague mumbling in my life They were plenty pizzed and were walking away when I pulled out the coup de gras. I had put a pack of non filter Lucky Strike cigarettes in my shirt pocket, put one in my mouth and asked the crowd of riders if any of them had a light before they went in
As they went inside, I told them I was off on the weekends and would hang around for the chance to ride together again. My bike cop friends said they didn't return to that particular path the rest of the season. It may have been later that same year or the next, my partner and I were at work patrolling the Dayton bikeway (we were on the Dayton Police Bike Patrol) when we saw a couple of the guys from that group. They stopped and spoke to us for a few minutes and I could tell one them was clearly trying to figure out where he'd seen me before. We were in uniform and it threw him off just enough that he just couldn't place me. They rode off about 30 or 40 yards and stopped, the guy that recognized me (or thought he did) was talking to the other guy and they both looked back at us. I gave them the "are you OK" thumbs up and they returned it. Then, because I can never leave well enough alone, I called out to the both of them and asked if either had a light They shook their heads no, clipped in and rode off
Some of the bike cops I've seen in Boston are just scary fast, especially from a standing start. I rarely get to see them pedaling on an open road (they're usually patrolling crowded places) , so it's easy to not notice that.
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I'm just playing along. You guys posted the speeds.
You know rule #1 ! Always let everyone know you do crossfit, always talk about crossfit.
I follow the inverse of rule #1 , I let people know I do NOT do crossfit. If I threw a dart at an ftp chart it would fall on the male side and somewhere in the upper half. Not at the "women giggle" size.......but no Dirk Diggler either.
But, we get your point. I'm just having fun.
You know rule #1 ! Always let everyone know you do crossfit, always talk about crossfit.
I follow the inverse of rule #1 , I let people know I do NOT do crossfit. If I threw a dart at an ftp chart it would fall on the male side and somewhere in the upper half. Not at the "women giggle" size.......but no Dirk Diggler either.
But, we get your point. I'm just having fun.
If a vegan does crossfit....which one do they talk about endlessly first?
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Love it! That's the bike equivalent of putting them in the stocks--humiliated by a smoker.
Some of the bike cops I've seen in Boston are just scary fast, especially from a standing start. I rarely get to see them pedaling on an open road (they're usually patrolling crowded places) , so it's easy to not notice that.
Some of the bike cops I've seen in Boston are just scary fast, especially from a standing start. I rarely get to see them pedaling on an open road (they're usually patrolling crowded places) , so it's easy to not notice that.
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Freaked me the eff out.
There is no possible way he was riding on the cross roads as it would be at least twice the millage to pass me on the winding hilly streets that meander around the relatively flat straight line rail trial.
I still think about this incident. I still can't explain it.
I'm sure there is some logical explanation for it but I can't figure it out.
There is no possible way he was riding on the cross roads as it would be at least twice the millage to pass me on the winding hilly streets that meander around the relatively flat straight line rail trial.
I still think about this incident. I still can't explain it.
I'm sure there is some logical explanation for it but I can't figure it out.
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I think this older gent may have had the bike tampered with in some kind of mechanical doping fashion. At least that's what I tell myself when my doors are blown off.
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That's good because no self respecting man would do crossfit. It's been the brunt of many a joke by the strength athletes for years.