So, that's what it's like...

Last night, Thursday, I rode with the 'a' group. A group with the few of the 'b' group. whats the differance you ask? I'll tell you , the a group is 3 to 5 mph faster group than the b's and that extra little speed can make you wonder why you joined this group...especially when you get popped off the back half way into it. Sometime you don't have a choice because the b's didn't show or only a coupe. So the b's, I being one of them, halfheartedly join the a's knowing full well we will get our A's dropped in the middle of the ride and have to peddle back alone or catch up to other stragglers.
That's the way of the universe you know. A types, well kick a_ _ and  lead the way while b types work hard for the next spot an so on. All through my career as a commie, student  learning all the different stations in the kitchen until I made sous-chef and finally chef it was the way in the kitchen. And the A types are always ready to take the lead that's just how they are built!
So the ride got off to a quick start with every one feeling the start-up jitters and wanting to get off to a good start. As we rounded the bend the group settled down and got in to a good rhythm at 22 mph.  Tonight instead of hanging on I felt very strong and even had a the cadence. By mid way we were in the 23 1/2 mph   pace and I was in the flow...it felt good! It was not like hanging on it was like flying at a very low level, wow.
So as we approach the last couple of miles and every one starts cueing up for the sprint I wondered what it would be ike to finnish with these guys. I had done my obligatory two pulls at the front which left me needing the shelter of the middle of the pelaton. So, rested as good as I could in this quickening pace of 24 mph I made my way to the middle of the pace line. As the A types blasted past us one of them said to me, come on lets go, to which I replied, this is all I got, as they plowed past me.
 It was not all for loss as the remainder of the guys grouped up and we excelled by bettering our regular cadence. AS we approached the last 4oo yards one of the guys who never takes a pull decided to show just how good he was and took off. This was BS to me so I kick it into the next gear and pulled the group up to our heroic breakaway candidate and left him to wallow in the middle of the pack...nuff said about lame people and their ways.
I did it and so did my compadres, we rode with the A guys and did pretty well. All I could say was, so that's what it's like to cross the line at 26 mph like the type A's.
If I pass you on the road stop at Peets, because your buying.