I saw my ol' ride partner yesterday on a B-level (which means not fast, for him) Princeton Freewheelers ride. We picked up as if we'd been riding last month (see the first part of this post for why I was surprised by that).
He suggested we meet for a challenging 60-70-mile hilly ride today; imagine my relief at the storms I heard this morning!
Ahem. I remember thinking he was outclassing me by the levels of the rides he was planning to go on. After some discussion, it was clear that he was impressed that I was doing the Anchor House ride.
For a guy who makes his living doing assessments of people, I certainly appear to have missed the boat with this guy.
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