So, while I may look like this on my bicycle as I poke along on my bike, because of who and what I idolize, I see myself as this:
Getting back to my story...
My unsuspecting target continues to ride along ahead of me. I am no longer out for a relaxing ride, I am out for victory and this person is now my competition. I shift myself in my saddle, push a little harder and pretty soon, I am gaining on the guy. The dialogue in my head begins and I start calculating how long it will take for me to overtake my competitor. Eventually, I do overtake him and smugly call out hello just as I come into his field of vision. To my disappointment, he is wearing headphones and doesn't seem too startled as I motor past him.
I smugly praise myself as I continue forward that I am a better cyclist than he is because I just owned him back there. I don't think about what it is that he may be out doing while he is riding his bike and that he obviously has his own agenda for his ride and none of it includes me; and, if he is smart, he'll not allow himself to get sucked into whatever he perceives me as doing or thinking as I ride by.
I like to ride up Mt. Graham for one hour and to see how far I can get up the mountain. Well, I used to like to try it. A while back, I was plugging along fighting the good fight with the immutable law of gravity and as I would take a look back now and then, I noticed a van slowly coming up the straight away down by the prison. I could barely make it out and could not figure out why it was going so slowly.
Eventually, I noticed a cyclist in front of the van. SHE was gaining on me. I, being the fine physical specimen that I am, pushed as hard as I could. But, you just can't change the laws of physics and pretty soon she passed me. As she continued onward, the person in the van stopped to chat with me for a few minutes. As my breathing slowed and I could ask questions, I found out that I had not lost my mind. She WAS riding a cheap single speed Wal Mart bicycle! The driver was her mother. The young lady was a competitive cyclist and had decided to ride this cheap bike up every mountain she could find that was over 10,000 ft. and had a road on it.
Needless to say, I have not tried my gravity defying feat since. Something had changed for me that day and I still have not recovered.
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