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Originally Posted by SweetDaddyD
You can buy the fanciest most expensive bike in the world...and some guy on a piece of crap is still gonna hand your @ss to you. lol. I have a nice Cannondale, and it's nice to have a nice bike- but no piece of hardware makes the difference like just putting in your cardio time before hand. The last MS150 I did I actually did on knobby tires on a full suspension mountain bike. (I was strapped after just buying the bike) I had actually trained for that one and did a lot better than my coworker with a brand new fancy Italian road bike. (and I also didn't do as good as another coworker on a 20 year old garage sale bike that seemed to weigh about at least twice what mine did)
Edit: Didn't see your post. Sounds like you have that part all covered.
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Sort of a funny story that kind of relates to this: I too was a very serious rider about 15 years ago, did some training with the Harvard race team on weekends under ex Olympic cyclist John Allis , 2-300 miles a week, etc...
After a long hiatus, I recently broke out my custom DeRosa and have started training again. I have a 5 mile bike path that goes from my house to the beach (where it connects to other bike paths), so almost every day now I ride to the beach and back, and try to keep the pace up. I have become quite fast (albeit for only 10-15 miles) and not too many people pass me.
So one day I was cooking along nicely (22-23mph) and some guy in jeans, a button down shirt, and loafers on a beat up POS mountain bike with bags on the side blows past me like I am standing still. Here I am on a nearly $4K (in 1995) road bike all spandexed out and now my ego is kicking in, so I give chase. I got up to 30mph and was just able to keep him in my sites, that is until I blew up after nearly a mile of this pace. Finally had to give up and let him go.
I was gutted, I got home and told my wife (she laughed at me) and I have since been telling everyone how I got blown away by what had to have been an Olympic Cyclist or something. Well last weekend I was at a BBQ and I tell the story and a friends says, "did the bike have two bags?"... yes. "Did it have what looked like a drum brake on the front wheel?"... yes "That was an electric motor you dolt!"
Oh and STEAL IS REAL BABY!
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