FORGIVE ME FAUSTO, FOR I HAVE SINNED
I owe a few guys an apology. Guys with whom I occasionally ride.
See, for the last several months I haven’t had the slightest desire to ride my road bike.
Riding off road has been so enjoyable that the road bike has been neglected.
Then, recently, I went too far. I made the mistake of saying out loud that road cycling was, at times, too boring for me lately.
The Road Cycling Gods heard this.
The Road Cycling Gods are the ghosts of Anquetil, Coppi, Eugene Christophe, Major Taylor and that guy smoking the cigarette on his bike in that old poster.
They were not pleased.
And when I went on a long, group road ride a couple Saturdays ago with the afore-mentioned fellow cyclists, the Gods decided to make this ride, well, not boring.
Low 40s and near constant rain. Several flats (changed with numb fingers). Soaking wet climbs and shivering, freezing descents. An aborted ride with the only way home over a torturous, 18 – 24% climb, again, in the rain.
I seriously didn’t stop shivering for an hour after the ride was over.
The guys I rode with just thought it was bad luck. They had no idea it was me who tweaked the nose of Les Dieux Velo.
Rhys, Simon, Tim…I’m sorry. And thank you for helping with the flats and hills.
Jacques, Fausto, Eugene, Major, Smoking Guy…I beg your forgiveness.