Yea, it's really annoying and 9 times out of 10... it's a guy who does it when he gets "chicked".
When I'm on a path, and I am going to pass a guy... I know that he's probably going to pass me right back as soon as I do it.
Yea, it's really annoying and 9 times out of 10... it's a guy who does it when he gets "chicked".
When I'm on a path, and I am going to pass a guy... I know that he's probably going to pass me right back as soon as I do it.
"Life is not a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather, to skid in broadside thoroughly used-up, totally worn out, and loudly proclaiming: WOW WHAT A RIDE!!!!"
sigh,
being a fat lady rider means every one assumes they will be faster than me, so I get this alot--even on group training rides where my nose is about two inches away from the butt of the rider in front of me, people will pass and then try to insinuate themselves into that two inch gap, making me slow down to let them in (of course,I'm exaggerating about the size of the gap, but people do seem to need to be in front of me even when there is no space in front of me and it's not like I'm holding anybody up)
What about the anonymous wheelsucker? Sometimes they get to me too. A couple weeks ago I was doing a 30min interval (TT zone) with a buddy. He was on his TT bike with a 56T chainring (!) and so I only held onto him for about the first 5 minutes. After that I was solo until we regrouped. Well the Thursday night sprint crew was beginning to show up, and I pass some guy from a local team who is out warming up for the sprints when I was on the last lap of my interval (I was doing the final lap all out). He latches onto my wheel. How annoying. Can't you see I'm working here? So I think, ok, well the sprint line is at the end of the lap, so I'll just go for it. On that stretch, I start ramping up the pace slowly. He's still there. Great. He's going to try to use me as a leadout! I really rev it up starting around 1km to go, holding strong at 500m. I hear him right behind me. 200m, shift. 100m jump. I see him out of the corner of my eye trying to pull around to the left. I keep going. I have tunnel vision and want to throw up. I win the sprint by most of a bike length. Hah. And I'm no sprinter, especially without a leadout of my own. He got chicked by a girl who had been going at least 85% of max for the past half hour.My training buddy had a similar problem during his interval and he asked his wheelsucker not so nicely to get the F* off his wheel.