No one likes getting over taken by other cyclists, especially when that other cyclist is a woman and it’s even worse when the woman is riding an old sit-up-and-beg bike! This happened to me a while back on one of my first rides after getting back on the bike. I was giving it all along the Amstel river into a head wind and was getting no where, when out of the corner of my eye I spied someone on my wheel. When I turned to see who it was, I was shocked when I noticed it was a pretty young woman grinning back at me, on an old fashioned girls bike. She winked then twisted her handle bar grip and put it in her big 3rd gear of three and breezed past me. I took exit stage left and sped off down a different route to avoid further embarrassment.
Well exactly the same scenario happen today in exactly the same spot on the Amstel river, when I was out on my Sunday ride. I was going for it into yet another head wind (every fucking wind here is a head wind!), when I noticed someone on my wheel again. I had a look around and give it a quick ‘hello’ and on first glances it looked like another fella suffering in the wind. So I decided to put the hammer down a bit more and after 3km I had head tilt and slobber running off the chin but I could still see the black jersey of my fellow cyclist on my left hand shoulder. I took my hands off the drops and put them on the tops of the bars as i sat up gasping for air. The other cyclist passed me by and as she did (yes it was another bloody woman – fit asian babe) she turned and smiled at me and I clung on to her wheel for about another Kilo while I had a blimp of her sexy Lycra clad arse before she disappeared into the distance.
That wasn’t the only time i was over taken on my ride today. I’d only just set off early morning when I was quickly passed by a couple of young lads out on a Sunday spin. I jumped out the saddle and got onto their wheels and stayed there for about 10km and when I looked behind there was another four riders on my wheel as we zoomed along the dikes in our own little chain gang. We did about 40km at a steady pace – for them but an absolute killer pace for me – and it wasn’t too long before the legs were beginning to scream. I did manage a few words with one or two of the other riders in between puffs for oxygen and they were keen to find out more about my Liverpool Century jersey (red white & blue edition not the black retro one fact fans). They wore the green jerseys of the UWTC Uithoorn. I left them too it when I turned off and went and got myself lost around some glorious little lanes and got my breath back. I then started on my journey home and was over taken by some old fella with veiny legs. He had it in the big ring and was gripping on tight to his TT bars as he tested his way past me, I tried to keep up but to no avail. Then I hit the Amstel river and that’s when the sexy Asian babe was echelonin’ her butt behind me.
All in all a great Sunday out on the bike with 90km done. My only gripe was the rain clouds and their sporadic showers. The drop in temperature didn’t help as well, with the winter gloves & tights coming out, although the sun did make an appearance in the afternoon.