Heard a cool story today from one of my old roadie buddies back in the ATL yesterday. We have a mutual friend who we’ve ridden 20 years with, who in his 50s could hang with the front group in any group ride. He road his bike 250 miles a week, and became somewhat of The Godfather of Atlanta road cycling during the last few decades. He also planned and led a number of trips to France to follow the Tour during the Lance years. I had the pleasure of going on a couple of those.
In recent years, even though he has kept up his riding days, in his mid 60s the wheels did indeed begin coming off. With 3 young kids at home, I had to drop out of the group rides, but since the Weds and Sat rides went by our street, I’d always look to see if he could still hang with the front group. We lived at the top of a steep hill, which is 45 mins into both rides, and basically where the sword fighting began. The group would often split on this this hill, especially if the the young guns in the group were feeling frisky. Sadly, for about the last five years, on a hill that Don ruled for decades, he no longer made the cut. He was relegated to the back group and some days the Lantern Rouge. It hurt to watch.
If I saw him on the way home from work, I’d put the window down and yell, “Venga venga venga!”, which would produce a smile, but his legs would not turn any quicker.
Yesterday, I was shocked to hear that Don, now in his early 70s, has battled his way back into the peloton. “No way!”, says I, but my friend Mark says yes, and that at he can’t hang with him either. Incredulous, I said that I’d really love to know his secret. Mark says that he knows the secret and is sending it to me.
71 Year Old Man Crushes Group Ride
Edit: and yes, even though I heard the story yesterday, the group rides are on hold until COVID-19 is vanquished.