the little story of the week;
Chris from Arundel shares his thoughts on rallies......
"My ride report:
In Texas, Grand Fondos are called rallies and I paid money to have my head kicked in at one Saturday. The thundering herd left town at a good pace and when the youngsters stretched the rubber band on the (small) hills, it caused a split. I ended up on the wrong side of the split, in the lead group. I say wrong side because I planned on hiding all day and talking but ended up having to do 1/8th of the work – which I hate.
But it got worse. My one club mate (in the lead group) and I were both dropped on later hills with another hapless moron, so now it was 1/3rd of the work. Needless to say, only 100kms of bike riding and I was destroyed.
You have no idea of how bad it sucks to have no talent, no engine.
Regards,
cw