Tootling into work this morning feeling well sorry for myself a young man of similar age to me had attached himself to my rear tyre...draughting me...the cheeky mo' fo'. I let it go and thought of my fitness improving at an improved rate over his. Then with about a mile to go he came past me, and gave me a look of derision, as I had been running up to lamposts and swerving at the last minute, hoping he would twat into one of 'em (which has been known).
Anyways, feeling at a low ebb, this mother was just what I needed, and so Ray Barbone style (Get Shorty) I decided to take him on.
I noted the muscles in his calves and knew I had a fight on my hands, however I dropped my head, kicked into a lower gear and dropped in behind him. When he noticed me draughting him, his head dropped I saw his gear change, and before he could bolt, I went for it with all I had.
I tell you, we were both out of the seat thrashing away side by side. God knows how fast we were going but I was on my 2nd to last gear (I stopped to look later). It was absolutely f@cking mad. I started to laugh hysterically as we bombed down the cycle path and into town for some traffic dodging hardcore street racing, didn't even stop at the red lights...straight through!!
He was good...real good...but he bottled
it at the next set of lights when a Jaguar XKR met us in the middle; I saw a gap and went through betweeen him and the car, hitting my knee on the rear wing ....screaming....YAHOOOOOOOOOOOOOO MOTHER F@CKER !!!!!!!
I won!
He was good, real good, but he caught me in a suicidal mood and I weren't for being beaten......not today. He saluted me from down the street: I waved my respect back.
A great start to the day.
After a wet and muddy ride you must clean and oil your chain. If you clean no other part of your bike, you must clean your chain.