I know the drafting rant is nothing new, but I’ve never exeprienced it quite like this. I’m 3 miles into the bike leg of a sprint this morning when some guy, who I had passed just after we left transition, pulls past me. He says, “I’ll take over for a while. Tuck in behind me.” I was speechless. The cheater had been on my wheel the whole time. I passed him back, but a few minutes later he cruised by in the middle of a pack of 12 that was riding in a stinking paceline. I tried, but wasn’t strong enough to ride away off the front. Ticks me off that every one of those losers ended up beating me to T2 and put out less effort to do it.
That bites! Were there any field marshals out on the course?
some dude in my race this morning finished a bottle and just tossed it in somebody’s yard. I couldn’t believe it, I rode past and gave him an evil glare, but didn’t say anything. At that point i was hurting pretty bad and didn’t have the will to focus on much else.