Recently did a tour with a regular riding buddy of mine. We were doing the metric century on what for our state was a pretty challenging route. My buddy was struggling early and for almost the first 3/4 of the ride such that old geezers (No offence intended to old geezers, since I'm probably considered one by the younger set!) on hybrids were dropping him. On the climbs I would ride at my own pace so that I could at least get some enjoyment out of the ride and then wait at the top or at the bottom of the descent (Also let me add that he was struggling on a previous day's ride too). It reached the point that when the hybrids were passing us the pace was at about 12 mph or less!
We reached the final climb which was the longest of the route, seemingly going on forever with multiple turns. I had been cramping just before the climb but was able to ride through it and climb at a comfortable pace. So I'm climbing this final climb and passing riders steadily as I go, or should I say as we go because I glanced back occasionally to see if my bud was still there and he was right there just behind me to my left. Suddenly I hear the sound of conversation behind me getting closer. It was 3 young (early 20's) females that we passed just after the final rest stop. They slowly passed us on the left and in response I mildly upped my tempo to match their's. Just as I'm accelerating to them, my buddy passes me cranking the big chainring! This visual shocked me considering his struggles the previous day and all of today, such that I lost my focus and my momentum. I continued on, unable to match their tempo so I settled into a more comfortable tempo, but needless to say I was mentally broken by this scenario.
Has anyone ever encountered such a thing where someone is struggling to hold a very pedestrian pace, even with a wheel to draft on but suddenly like Lazarus risen from the dead, is climbing like Der Kaiser?
We laughed it off later and I joked with him that he should be paying me for my domestique duties since I set him up all fresh as a daisy for the final climb.
We reached the final climb which was the longest of the route, seemingly going on forever with multiple turns. I had been cramping just before the climb but was able to ride through it and climb at a comfortable pace. So I'm climbing this final climb and passing riders steadily as I go, or should I say as we go because I glanced back occasionally to see if my bud was still there and he was right there just behind me to my left. Suddenly I hear the sound of conversation behind me getting closer. It was 3 young (early 20's) females that we passed just after the final rest stop. They slowly passed us on the left and in response I mildly upped my tempo to match their's. Just as I'm accelerating to them, my buddy passes me cranking the big chainring! This visual shocked me considering his struggles the previous day and all of today, such that I lost my focus and my momentum. I continued on, unable to match their tempo so I settled into a more comfortable tempo, but needless to say I was mentally broken by this scenario.
Has anyone ever encountered such a thing where someone is struggling to hold a very pedestrian pace, even with a wheel to draft on but suddenly like Lazarus risen from the dead, is climbing like Der Kaiser?
We laughed it off later and I joked with him that he should be paying me for my domestique duties since I set him up all fresh as a daisy for the final climb.