Martin318is said:
There seems to be not much "I did this extreme thing because I'm a cyclist"
I'll try to stay on the "because" side of things. A number of the extreme things I did I really don't want friends and family to know about and I'm afraid it's too easy to find out my real identity, so I selected one that was extreme but not embarrassing.
At the end of that summer, last century, a very long time ago, I was getting to be in a decent shape with frequent good placings, like 2nd and 3rd on two consecutive week-ends. But the end of the season was near, my first real racing season.
In those days, when you narrowly failed an exam at the university in June, you got a second chance, an oral exam in early october.
So I had been studying like crazy the week before, like 15 hours a day ( that's how I did things in those days), no time for biking. My exam was on a Friday afternoon and I had a race planned, the last one of the season, two days later on Sunday.
I therefore figured out a way to train after the exam. I had my bike but lived 210 km away, so I took the train part of the way, leaving 80 km to bike to reach home, the hilliest part, good training terrain. I would have had to finish the ride in the dark but traffic was light over the last stretch.
As I approached my destination, I noticed the darker and darker clouds, and then the rain started. Getting out of the station and on my bike, I got wet very quickly. I realized that this was more than I had bargained for as it was as dark as night because of the cloud cover and I was already getting uncomfortably wet.
At a red light while I was still in town, I asked a lift from a truck driver, but he had room neither in the back nor in the cabin, otherwise he would have been glad to take me in as he had never been in the area and he asked me about the road he should take, which was the same as mine for about 55 km.
So I said I would try to follow as long as I could, thinking that would not be long with the various hills on the menu.
The road was a major one, a
Nationale, but traffic was not very heavy at that time of day.
Of course I don't know how fast I was riding, but I was doing quite well following that truck which protected me from the direct rain but of course not from the dirty projections from its wheels and mines. There is no way the driver could know whether or not I was still following his truck, I was just praying he would not hit the brakes as of course mines would take 100 meters before really working, but the alternative of letting the truck go appeared far worse. So I gritted my teeth on the uphills and anticipated on the downhills as I knew the road quite well.
The fact is that I managed to follow that truck the whole 55 km to the town that was our common intermediate destination. Arriving there, he stopped and we exchanged a few words, I thanked him and showed him his way to his final destination.
As for myself, the worse, by far, was behind me, the truck probably had saved me over half an hour and now I had really quiet and fairly easy secondary
départementalesroads to reach my final destination.
When I got home I didn't give my mother any details on how I had returned, just said the oral exam apparently had gone well. In those days I used a heavy WOOL sweater for the top layer when biking, I had nothing for the rain. My guess is that sweater weighed about 5kg when I finally could take it off!
It would be a nice ending if I had won my last race of my first real racing season, but it was not to be, I finished 5th.
However I did win my first race of the following season.