Outrageous and extremely rare bit of racing on the way home. I've not seen another cyclist that heads out my way so to run into a match on the first time I see one was surprising.
2.5 miles in and passing the old warmley station on the cycle path and I pass someone on a red specialized stopped and clipping in, and think nothing of it. A cyclist is spied ahead so I tap it out and pass him after a tiny rise where he got out of the saddle only for me to come tootling by on the hoods
Lights are taking an age crossing the A4 at saltford so I go over to hit the pedestrian crossing. On my way back I see the red spesh I'd passed when they were stopped flitting across the road.. dang. catch up time. hmm. Not catching.
Up hill and down dale, caught him at the next junction after about a mile of climbing. It was apparent I had the measure of him on the flat, but hills were an even match and descents he had a slight edge. Sods law the next couple of miles were some of the sketchiest wet mud + gravel descents imaginable and I'd lost sight of him.. but then.. flattens out and there he is. Beast myself trying to catch him but he's aware and is giving it some too. Switching every muscle group till its fit to explode on the hills (and achieving virtually nothing, I didn't say I was fast!) and it's down to about 75metres between us. A final descent and he disappears down a side road and the game is over.
I don't know how long your silly commuting races last, but this was 10 miles of being in touch all the way! chapeauhttp://www.endomondo.com/workouts/iIrl9zTQe6I
hm. judging by endomondo either I died or my heart rate monitor needs a new battery :/