He hammered it when I got on his tail! I notched it up a little and rode "right" on his rear wheel. He was pretty fast...but nothing for the On-One. Half way through the 2 mile loop (I had already been riding 90 minutes and was a little worked) he said, "hey man, do you want to go around!"
In typical fashion I said..."no worries...I'm just spinning behind you."
He said "I feel like I am racing!"
He proceeded to ramp it up a little more. I hung with him...he was bunny hopping stuff and hauling...the cartoon machine rode effortlessly
We got to the last climb...he geared up high for the 400 yard climb...I powered slowly
behind him...wanting to fly by...but waiting...not wanting to destroy his psyche....YET!
We finished the climb and he hammered for all he was worth to the clearing...I was on him like flies on poop! We rolled into the clearing and I pulled up next to him...said "nice ride!" and I slowly rode away.
He was on my wheel quickly and said " hey.....YOU'RE RIDING A SINGLE SPEED! And what's with those wheels? Is that one of those big wheeled bikes?
"Yep...it's my favorite bike!"
As we approached a quick downhill that basically is all guts he said....with a tone of sarcasm and interest..."how does it handle?"
I proceeded to blow down this quick turny downhill way to fast, and climb a 75 yard hill at Mach five with my hair on fire! I turned around at the top...didn't see the guy for 15 plus seconds and thought he went another way...then he appeared in a small gear spinning. He reached me 35 seconds later and with a smile on his face said "I guess it
handles pretty well!!"
Inside I smiled...I wanted a FAST (those little creatures in the VW commercials) attached to my bike....and then I prayed to God for humility b/c I can be the biggest jerk in the world internally! My mind pleasures in such sick things like this!
Long live singlespeeds....shut up and pedal!
Thanks for initiating me into the fraternity of pain and singlespeeds!