It was like any other Tuesday/Thursday-morning ride, only different. Nigel, George, George’s friend Glen from The Morning Ride, Karen & JR. I don’t know if Nigel already knew Glen or not (both are from the UK; wouldn’t any cyclist in the UK know every other cyclist?), but the two of them took off like a rocket up Kings, while the rest of us headed up at a casual pace. I couldn’t have done too much more; my legs still a bit tired from Sunday’s ride, but still, without a hard effort up the first part of Kings, they just never really seem to get going. It seems I need pain, early in the ride, to do better later.
Later came all too soon; just before the top of Kings we spotted a lone rider ahead of us, and we very slowly reeled her in. I exchanged as much of a pleasantry as my lungs can manage (“hello”) and we continued on, pausing briefly to regroup at the top. She kept going, same direction as us, north on Skyline. Once again, every so gradually, we reeled her in, Karen leading the charge. I was spent holding Karen’s wheel, and things only got worse when we caught the mystery woman, as she just went faster, pulling our group along for the next mile or so. Everyone except me, as I had fallen off the back at the base of Skeggs. On the descent into Sky Londa I caught up and passed her; descending apparently not being her strong point. She headed back down 84 to Woodside, while our group headed down the other side to West Old LaHonda, but not before I’d queried everyone as to whether they found out anything about her, invited her out for our regular ride, anything at all. The only communication turned out to have come from George, who told her, simply, “good pull.”
Maybe I need to print out business cards for the ride, so I can hand them out when we come across someone who might enjoy suffering with us. In the meantime, can anyone identify who this woman was, and let her know she’s welcome to join us, any Tuesday or Thursday morning, 7:45am at the intersection of Canada Road & Olive Hill? –Mike–