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 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.