Are Triathletes the anti-Christ? Yeah, after may ride today I think they may be.
I went out for a short 25 mile spin on the road bike this afternoon (just keeping loose for tomorrow) on some of my normal routes. A couple miles out I saw a rider down in their aerobars coming at me. So I do what I always do....throw up a little wave....the return? Nothing, nip, zero....kind of a prick move, but I'll live. I know triathletes are.......different people, "riders" sure....but different.
Less then five minutes later I see a second "rider" coming at me.....again laid out in their aerobars. Once again I throw a little wave out (thinking to myself it can't happen again) and once again....prickness in return. What the Hell.....we both like the same thing (well, "they" like it in a little more of a twisted and demented way...swim, run and then bike....sick I tell you) so why be a pick to other cyclist?
As I started heading back home I see "prick" number one turn off a side street a 100 meters ahead....and better yet, he's heading the same direction I am. I make it my mission to pass the tri freak. After getting hung up by a car cutting me off at a stop sign "tri freak" had 200 meters on me, but my luck was about to change. As I turned to follow him down this sweet mile long sweeping downhill a school bus cruise by.....and I jump in it's draft. With a couple of the kids yelling "go Kermit go" out the windows, I sucked up to my giant yellow lead out man smoking down the hill at 40 mph.
Within what felt like seconds we flew by "tri freak" like he was standing still.....go Kermit go.
Looks like weather could play a part in the first XC race this Sunday.....keeping my fingers crossed for no rain. Either way tomorrow is round two of the T-town training crit's....what happened last week is not gonna happen again.