Wow, that other thread scared me!I must have missed it the first time (and I'm glad that I did!)
I'm super competitive by nature so when I first started riding (a little less than 2 years ago), I was dying to know how my average speeds compared to everyone else's. I only rode with guys, and most of them could kick my butt and did on a daily basis. I was always worried that I wasn't fast enough to ride with groups. I would hang back on all group rides so that I'd avoid getting in someone's way, and I rarely pushed myself because I was afraid of running out of steam before the ride was over. This was true when I rode with anyone...including DH. The only time I rode hard was when I was alone because then I figured that if I bonked, no one else would have to put up with me. I know...backwards thinking...but whatever. About a month ago, something happend that made me stop thinking about whether or not I was fast enough/good enough...
My husband and I planned a Sunday ride and we decided to take our touring bikes. We rode out to a local plantation that we ride to often, but this time we took it slow, took tons of photos and planned on taking a tour at the plantation once we got there. As we approached our destination, DH started having a mechanical problem with his bike that basically left it unrideable. We ate our lunch, but skipped the tour in the interest of getting back before too late. We rode about 5 miles up the road to a local country store and then I left DH there while I rode home to get the car. We were still 20 miles from home, it was 90 degrees and the sun was blazing (2 pm ish). DH sat down and resigned himself to waiting 2.5-3 hours for my return. I decided that I wouldn't let that happen so I hammered. I rode as hard as I could on my heavy bike, attacking every hill, and hammering in the flats. When I got home, I threw the rack on the car and drove back to pick him up. He was stunned when I arrived. I'd averaged 17.5 mph over hilly terrain (about 1500 ft of climbing) for 20 miles on a 32 lb touring bike after having already ridden for 24 miles. And in the heat, no less. This was obviously an extenuating circumstance, but because if it, now I know that I am capable of more. I know that I can push myself and I can do well - I figure that if I could do that on my own (no drafting) on THAT bike...I'm going to be capable of way more on my road bike that I ever thought. It's weird, but I don't think about my speed anymore. Now I ride based on how I feel, if I'm feeling strong, I ride fast...if I'm not, I don't. I don't really know why, but that one ride changed the way I think quite a bit.
Anyway, I ramble on...my point is that it's really tempting to want to compare your speeds to others, but the best thing to do is to know your own abilities, ride your own ride, and only compare your speeds to your own speeds over time.And if you want to get faster, I think the best way to do that is to challenge yourself and ride with people who are faster (when you can).



don't want to go there again!!
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And if you want to get faster, I think the best way to do that is to challenge yourself and ride with people who are faster (when you can).

Of course, it was kind of a bummer on the day there was a bit of a tailwind and I was making good time, to hear people passing me say that they had left 2 hours later than I did. I stopped at every SAG stop though, so it probably depends on your goals. Some people like to hammer, some like to stop and smell the roses.
