Weird things happen when you’re the youngest person on a group tour by almost twenty years. One, you realize that everybody wants you to have babies. Sorry, folks; that ship has sailed. Two, you realize that if you save enough for retirement, you too can go on months-long European holidays. And three, you’re likely going to be the fastest on the bike… by a lot.
I saw this coming, and I wondered what I would do. After today’s warmup ride, I really wonder what will happen tomorrow when I feel the need to open it up on the roads of France. I might just need to sprint ahead so that I can “take a picture” or some other convenient excuse. Do I circle back our just wait? Thoughts?
It’s likely that I’m going to get some kind of reputation. Well, it will be something to joke about at dinner. I’ll wait to tell them about my triathlons, though. Maybe after someone sees me coming back from a run.