Went out for another ride with Mrr. Vitus this morning. Found myself three or four lengths behind her at the start of a short, steep hill. My chance for revenge! I got out of the saddle and starting pounding away as stealthily as I could. Got to within a bike length before I stopped gaining on her, still hammering as hard as I could. She finally heard me huffing and puffing, casually glanced over, and then spun a little faster- still seated. I didn’t catch her.
I’m cagey, though. After the ride, I brought her bike to the shop to have the front derailleur adjusted and the handlebars adjusted for her. I told the guy to take his time with it. I already broke her old bike earlier this week. (not kidding.) Let’s see her outclimb me without a bike!