The Germans Are Coming

Last evening I was riding home at my own leisurely pace. I did the Great America noon ride and was pretty pooped by chasing Keith on his TT bike for 45 minutes in the heat of the day. I won't even go there. Another Keith Experience. Anyway, two guys come flying by me like they are attacking in a criterium. You know, leaving just enough room to fit a dollar bill. Anyway, my instincts made me jump the move. Hey, at least I found myself a free ride down San Tomas. These two guys were obvious weekend warriors though one had an Ironman sticker on his bike. Speaking of this guy, he was on his Kestrel TT bike. The funky one with no seat tube and a funny thing to hold the front derailleur. I have a bachelors in Aeronautical Engineering, a Masters Degree in Structural Engineering and I still cannot figure out a rational for this design, other than a bad crash. Anyway, he must have been about 210 and hammering away. At least hammering in his own way. I was leisurely sitting 3rd wheel when the big guy looks back and says "We have a wheel sucker" in a German accent. "Wheel Sucker? Well you wanna be Jan Ullrich in the winter pudgy rider. I will show you how much you really suck. " I know I am finally in race shape when I want to race anyone and anything for any reason. By the way he just plain pissed me off. I waited until after the Stevens Creek light to go to the front. I gently raised the pace a quarter mile per hour at a time until I was hitting about 34 mph coming into the Campbell city limit sign. I looked back and they were no were in sight. FRIGGIN WEEKEND WARRIORS! Don't look at you, don't say "Hi", talk a lot of crap but bow out when it is time to have fun. Or maybe it is just because the Germans are use to getting their ass kicked by an American. Go Lance.