Twice this past week our paths have crossed. First time you were headed towards me, as I said hello on the busy rail trail you spit across my lane of travel.
Second time as you pulled along side me, I nodded and said hello. You kept your steely gaze straight forward as you powered down the bike path in your aerobars.
As you weaved through walkers, joggers, mom's pushing strollers, etc, my curiosity was peeked. I wanted to see why such as serious athlete was using this multi-purpose trail for such an intense workout. I raised my cadence a bit, but alas, you turned down 177 before I could close the gap completely.
The thing is my friend, you weren't putting your money where your mouth was so to speak. You looked all serious in you matching kit, but you weren't really putting out the watts, but if you could really lay down some power you'd know better than doing so on a busy Saturday morning on a popular rail trail.
You did look cool though; I'm sure everyone you passed was very impressed.
Especially the moms with strollers.