I was aghast at the thought this morning. Keith and I just about killed each other racing to the end of an organized ride - not a sanctioned race. Ah, I don't think I'm up for the challenge.
Of course, Keith takes the more genteel position of we were simply trying to achieve our personal bests. Malarkey! He was trying to come in first and I wasn't gonna'let'im. Plain and simple truth. He knows it but I'll let him be a gentleman. He is a gentleman so there really is no "letting" there.
Oh well, he's a much stronger rider than anticipated. We were both pretty well whipped after that ride.
He's already working on the others to go. I guess I'll hafta' go, too. Shucks!
That means I've got to get into riding shape real soon and real quick. Oh the misery of it all but it's so much fun I can't not do it. It will give me a reason to dust off the two wheeled torture machine and ride.
Of course, laziness may overtake my old carcass and I'll go shopping with his wife while they all ride.