I had an interesting ride today. My plans to ride with a friend fell through and my DH has a cold, so he's been gardening all weekend, instead of riding. Anyway, I set out to do a 20 mile or so flattish route. It was about 62, so after stopping at mile 7 to peel off layers, I started out down Rt. 225 in Bedford. After crossing the bridge over the Concord River, I felt another rider behind me; I saw someone a little ways back, trying to catch me. I appeared it was a male, which I thought was strange, since I am not the fastest rider around. He did catch me right when I got to a teeny rise in the road and then all of a sudden, he was gone. I continued on, stopping at one intersection to take a very long drink. By this time, my vest and arm warmers were off and I was wishing I didn't have my base layer on under my jersey. So, off I went and all of a sudden I heard a deep voice say, "I'm right behind you, do you mind?" I said no, but then I felt peer pressure to go at a faster pace. I told the guy that I was starting to "fade," but I would be happy to pull him. So, trying to keep my breathing from exploding, he told me that he was recovering from a bad accident, to which I replied,"Don't tell me about it now!" When we got near Concord Center, he told me he was going to fall back, but at an intersection I asked if he minded getting in front of me; he was hesitant, but I said, look, I'm an old lady, you don't need to go fast. He told me that an 87 yr. old man had plowed into him last August :eek: and this was only his third time out on his road bike since then. He had been trail riding a bit and just went back to work 3 weeks ago. I wished him well and turned off to go toward my house. Hey, my ego was boosted when he said that I was "flying."
DH said he was hitting on me, but I don't think so. He looked at least 15 years younger than me.

