dean2287
Easy Rider
I went for a ride with the group last Sunday, although it turned out that only 4 showed up and one guy had to quit early in the ride with some motor trouble (gixxer - say no more). Anyway the 3 of us head out for a nice ride on the secondary hwy into the mountains. The one rider I know...she likes speed and makes no excuses. The other rider is a young newer rider I haven't met.
After our first fuel stop we take a "scenic" route along the Rockies, most of which is on a 60 kph road. The pace picks up to the point that we are doing 100-120, passing everyone, and missing the gorgeous views. I keep thinking "Am I being dragged along here? This isn't the ride I had in mind today". So, all of a sudden, I hit the brakes, gear down, and pull off into a nice little road side store that happens to be having an outdoor barbeque. After a dog and some fluids, I chat to a couple other riders there who have a better appreciation for the surroundings. Maybe there is hope.
I rode back to town alone, but took my time, stopped a few times to admire the moutains and catch that great pine filled air, and felt really relaxed.
I got an e-mail later from the rider who had been pushing the pace, asking what had happened to me. I said that I got fed up with the speed, and that I hadn't joined our club to be riding twice the speed limit...something that I never would do on my own. She did apologize (after all, this was supposed to be a "group" ride), but it makes me want to drop the club altogether.
Anyway - I'm proud of myself for at least not getting sucked into a death race, but still kinda pissed off.
After our first fuel stop we take a "scenic" route along the Rockies, most of which is on a 60 kph road. The pace picks up to the point that we are doing 100-120, passing everyone, and missing the gorgeous views. I keep thinking "Am I being dragged along here? This isn't the ride I had in mind today". So, all of a sudden, I hit the brakes, gear down, and pull off into a nice little road side store that happens to be having an outdoor barbeque. After a dog and some fluids, I chat to a couple other riders there who have a better appreciation for the surroundings. Maybe there is hope.
I rode back to town alone, but took my time, stopped a few times to admire the moutains and catch that great pine filled air, and felt really relaxed.
I got an e-mail later from the rider who had been pushing the pace, asking what had happened to me. I said that I got fed up with the speed, and that I hadn't joined our club to be riding twice the speed limit...something that I never would do on my own. She did apologize (after all, this was supposed to be a "group" ride), but it makes me want to drop the club altogether.
Anyway - I'm proud of myself for at least not getting sucked into a death race, but still kinda pissed off.
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