I won’t go into the ride itself, as Liz covers it well enough, although the bike path incident was rather funny; and I added another 55km to my ride afterwards.
It never ceases to amaze me what F^(*ktards (yes, with a capital "F") people are. A small group of us, lead by Liz and myself rolled up to a set of red lights. I hung back a little to avoid unclipping, and as I rolled through, a large guy on an mtb came up on my inside, promptly turned right in front of me, nearly taking out my front wheel and that of the person to my right before Chopmeister then turned left and rolled to the front of the group. As he passed me and the guy next to me, I yelled at him “Oi, watch it! What do you think you’re doing idiot!!! To which he turned around and replied "blah blah bitch blah blah bitch blah blah". Lights turn green, and this idiot fumbles and fluffs his way through clipping in and rolling off, and we all rapidly pass him, with Liz and I winding up to continue our effort. As I came up to him, I call “And of course, he has to be a big fucking ROAD BLOCK as well.” Or words to that effect. Perhaps I shouldn’t have called him a fucking roadblock, but, well, that’s what he was. Idiot. So once again he replies “blah blah fucking mole. Come here and say that fucking mole. Is that all you got to say fucking mole blah blah blah”. Too late dude, come get us, we got work to do.
Several minutes later, we roll through an intersection with a right hand corner, coming out of a red light and next thing I know, some retard is riding me into the gutter. I look up and it’s my friend. So I say “what the fuck are you doing you idiot??” His reply: “Is that all you can say you fucking mole? Who do you think you are you fucking mole? Who the fuck do you think you are, mole?? Is that all you can say you fucking mole?” My reply:” Learn how to ride a straight line, learn how to ride a bike properly, and come back and see me you fucking idiot.” At this point, Liz grabbed me by the collar and took me away from the stupid oaf. We started winding it up again to get back into work and rapidly dropped him, never to be seen again. I was waiting for a third encounter, prepping myself to give him some education about bunch etiquette, riding safely and who the fuck I was!
But instead of poking fun at him, making him the butt of this blog post, I really should be thanking him, because physically I was fatiguing (I put in a couple of standing jumps off the lights on top of the work I was doing gluing myself to Liz’s wheel) and mentally was faring even worse, despite telling myself all the stuff you tell yourself to stop yourself dummy spitting, packing it in and leaving the party. So the instant indignation and anger at this guy’s stupidity and bullying gave me a brilliant adrenaline hit that cleared all that black pits of hell garbage I had been grappling with. So, you f^(*tard, thank you for helping me finish off a really good training session. I hope I never see you again, because I’ll be saying the same thing to you, because I doubt you’ll have the intelligence or self awareness to actually understand what I was on about.
I am very proud of being the DummySpit Queen this week. I earnt it!PS Today I wore for the first time, my very special Caitlinpower, Xmas socks with the cherries on them. They worked a treat and I think may be my special competition socks, alongside my new australian flag socks.