90 % of the time I ride alone. I guess there are a number of reasons for this:
- I have a variable schedule and it's difficult to find folks to ride when I have time,
- people generally don't like me,
- riders don't like my slow pace and inability to keep up on the hills,
- my riding shorts have holes in the rear, which isn't a terribly pleasing sight to look at when riding behind me,
- body odour,
- personal hygiene issues,
- awkward to have conversations with me,
- I don't like people,
- I accept myself and and am happy enough to ride alone, cause gosh darn it . . . I am good enough, smart enough and people like me (exception to point #2 above)
However, there are times when the stars and moons align and I am feeling a bit social. Last week was one of those times with not one social ride, but two.
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| First ride was the weekly OMBA ride. I rode in Group B - which was rather large, but still fun to ride with folks for a change, see some old faces and meet some new. On our return loop I ran into my good friend Fritz and his boy Riley. I opted to stop and chat and finish the ride with these two. In the end it turned out to be a faster ride than the B group. Riley, just 11 years old is a freak'n ripper. I'd bet that 90% of the folks who ride SMH couldn't keep up to his pace. He's podium'ed twice now at the Ontario Cup races, winning his first. |
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| Social ride number two: hooked up with some of the old gang and some new folks to do a ride at Camp Fortune. Flats, fats and losing each other made for a slow, stop and start ride, but it was still a fun ride. |
