Ten miles in I’m powering up a roller around 27 mph. I come up on a pack of about 6-8 riders from the white to yellow line wide all out of the saddle. None of them moved. At the last second I brake and move right. The guy in front of me finally moves over right and spits up in the air in my face. Before I passed I told him he spit in my face. He told me I was drafting...lol.
Later another group refused to move right. The guy forces me onto the center rumble strip.
What a cluster! Should have been ahead but suffered a swimming injury that sidelined me out of the pool the 3 months previous.
I refuse to have a half assed swim again. Way too dangerous on the bike.
Later another group refused to move right. The guy forces me onto the center rumble strip.
What a cluster! Should have been ahead but suffered a swimming injury that sidelined me out of the pool the 3 months previous.
I refuse to have a half assed swim again. Way too dangerous on the bike.