You'd think at my age, I would have developed a bit of wisdom and sense.
Nah. Not a bit of it.
I was out doing some cruisy laps in a spot that attracts lots of cyclists. I split them into three groups.
1. The totally recreational types, bumbling around in dresses and just enjoying a fine morning in the sun
2. The fitness oriented recreational type - like me - doing laps at all sorts of speeds. I put myself up towards the upper end of that group
3. The racing nazis who are hunched over and going like the clappers. There weren't many of them, but by gum, they move quickly
I was cruising along happily, overtaking lots of type 1 and type 2s, when a gaggle of type 3s shot past and then sat up right in front of me, not bothering to pedal and slowing me down - all except for one bloke who kept on blasting up the road.
So I went around them and worked back up to my regular speed.
The buggers had jumped onto my wheel.
So I cranked it up.
And cranked it up
And cranked it up until we were trotting along at a nice 40km/h.
The buggers were still there. We were burning past everyone, and I was starting to feel the lactic acid build up in the legs.
As soon as we caught up with their mate who had kept on blasting up the road, they jumped off my wheel and tore past him, laughing like hyenas as they went. They clearly being doing circuits, intervals and sprints, and had simply used me as their train for the next sprint.
I sure slept well that night. Talk about well and truly knackered. Don't start messing around with blokes somewhere around half your age and twice your fitness.