Friday - 6:45 am
3 riders - coming up fast on my rear.
This time I play it cool.
I let the 3 rides glide pass me. The last one says to me, "Hop on." I say, "Thanks, but I'm fine."
[It's better to chase than to be chased.]
I lose visual contact, but I pedal hard to stay within striking distance.
As I head into the rollers, I see the 3 guys about 1/4 mile up the road. I decided it's time to take care of business.
I'm flying up and down the rollers on the drops - M. P. style.
I finally catch up after a stout effort; they look surprised since they thought they dropped me miles ago.
I say hi and keep on pedaling hard.
The 3 guys are chasing me like a rabbit on a greyhound track.
I'm in pain; asthma is kicking in; my stomach hurts like heck.
But I kept pushing it. I'm not giving up this time.
They catch me on the last hill & we all hit the traffic light at the same time.
We rode for a bit (really nice guys) & then said our goodbyes.
So, what's the lesson here:
ATTACK where you are the strongest & don't give up the fight.