Ahhhh yes.. I remember once.. a day like all others, yet different once considered when sober. I once cycled on a ‘free un’ on the dark side, only to return to the arms of
@AAAC 76C and ride the cool.... The Boss was feeling frisky and dropped back to offer his wheel... a handicap if my memory doesn’t fail me. I eagerly reached out and accepted the tow.. within minutes I was living the dream.. searching for watts - attempting to be honest and do my turn... I dropped back, off his wheel.. legs bursting, lungs burning.
I somehow got back on. Not realising that my hero had once again soft peddled to allow the dim light of my dream to burn a little longer.
I crossed the line.. tired, exhausted yet exhilarated.. as quickly as my heart would allow I visited Bkool. My fitness level had increased - I had been promoted - I was no longer a beige cap..
I was now Elite Blue...
It lasted three weeks until Bkool fixed it.
Those 15 minutes.... oh those 15 minutes...
