Subject: Ride fight
Hey Big J;
Now that I’m living back in sunny Newport Beach, I’ve been riding Pacific Coast Hwy a bit. One day I got completely shelled by the group after 25 miles. I’m stuck about a 1/4 mile back by myself playing catch up and praying they hit red lights or something. While humping along I pass another lone rider and he jumps on my wheel. After about half a mile I’m popping so I slide over to let him by. He passes me about 1 mph faster and I slip into his draft.
Instantly the dude starts swerving left and right and not just a little but big Tour De France 2 lane jobbers. I just stared at his wheel and stuck to it thinking WTF is this guy doing and then bang…I saw his rear caliper clamp down and lock up the rear wheel! Without a single thought I swerved to the left BARELY missing his wheel, let go of the bars with the right hand and as I was sweeping by, punched that fucker in the back of the skull with everything I had! His helmet slammed down over his eyes sending his glasses smashing off his top tube and on to the pavement.
He was still swerving but now it was in an attempt to stay upright. I grabbed some brakes and pulled right next to him, and with a hand full of his jersey pulled him as close as I could and screamed “Who the fuck do you think you are. Don’t ever brake check me or anyone else ever again!! I will kill you if you ever pull that shit again.”
The look on his face was priceless. Sheer terror. That was probably the last thing he expected from a fat bastard on a Colnago. But hey, I’m old school like that. With my new found serge of adrenalin, I managed to catch the group buy the next light. Great ride!