For the newbies reading CDW’s excellent thread below, or reading threads here by most of our gazelle’s here, just read it and go on.
The fact is, at the back of the pack in these triathlon races, everybody in the middle to back, is usually closer than 10 yards, bike to bike, quite often in a line, it’s a clumsy line, yes, maybe an illegal line, looking like a run over snake going 2 miles an hour, slithering down the highway, eeking sweat, chain rattles and flat tires. Our line provides absolutely no aerodynamic pull or advantage. The BoPer line has not the word “pace” in it at all. It is inadvertantly created out of chaos. Its only function if any might be that it is a conversational line to socialize in, and we are damned proud of it.
I can tell you this happens in every race I’ve seen or been in. I mean we try not to do this, but, if someone is going 14 miles per hour, and then somebody wants go to 17, until his chain goes off, or his brakes get hung on the rim, or he gets tired after 200 yards, this is what we have to deal with. Nobody is going to leave the line for very long that won’t come back from absolute mechanical or physical failure.
Its pretty much a ballet of shit, with some heap of fat, hairy mass taking off on his beater and coming back, and nobody knows if they are violating the rules, the goal is just to get back to camp thing. I mean we are aware of that rule but incapable of ever having it put into advantageous play.
Telling us this is a rule violation is like telling a golf player in the Seventh flight, not “to play the ball up” in a local golf tournament. I mean who cares: they are in the Seventh flight.
Yes, we are backed up violating the 10 yard rule, squished in here but we can’t help it. Nobody can escape to make a break for it, or at least not for long.
Our illegal pace line is needed for conversation and bike repair help, too, spanning the gamut from “where are you from?” to “I think that squeak is from a loose crank…”
The sad news is, and I hate to report this is, that we couldn’t get up an aerodynamically advantageous pace line even if we tried.
Few of us have ever seen the motorcyle ref anyway except going back the other way. He does not ever stop for us. We feel neglected. He does not care about us. We feel his slight, or her slight: sorry. In fact, I think for us BoPers we should demand to have a motorcycle ref following us: to give us some pride.
I think I speak for all BoPers that we find some of you elite and professional complaints about such things as “drafting giving an advantage” as another condescending ploy to keep us further down in triathlon society status.