Road cycling 2:10:00 [3] 50.0 km (2:36 / km)
shoes: Bike: Beemer Auto
Around the river. Going through town several riders passed me waiting at the Murray St lights, when they changed I went up the hill and found them all waiting to cross at the Hay St freeway exit, so I joined the back of the queue. There were two mtbs and 2 roadies, one in a completely zebra outfit (knicks and shirt) and the other in footy shorts, bonds jocks and a bum crack. Bum crack got away while zebra and i were stuck behind the two mtbs until after the underpass, where I rounded zebra and took off after bum crack. Finally caught him on the Narrows ramp and passed him just in time to avoid hitting a man mountain in a nomads shirt running the other way.
After a couple of km down the freeway path into the wind a tall, toned triathlete sailed past and after a moment's hesitation when I didn't think I'd be able to, I put my head down and pulled up to his wheel with a mighty effort. Guess he didn't know I was there, being down on his aeros and concentrating on not falling off (see Bike Snob), but after about 3km, and within 1km of Canning Bridge he glanced round, then immediately sat up. I thought 'Well, I probably won't be fast enough for you, given I'm twice your age and have a dodgy calf muscle and hairy legs, but I'll give it a go anyhow', so I took the lead. When we got to the bridge he went under and I went over.
Stopped at The Daily to find Mike Howe there, so we had a chat about ACAT assessments.