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I got my azz handed to me today. 10 miles in, three guys decided to take long turns up front doing a tad over 30 splitting the group out back on the slight incline sections. This went on for about 8-9 miles. We stopped at a light and lost a bit of firepower. Some of the slower riders were pissed and mouthy about it at the light. I was near the front the entire time and did not want to miss the break if it happens. Took my turn pulling and cranked out as much as I could for a little over a miles without blowing myself up and getting drop. I have no idea how fast I was going but I sure was trying like hell to split the mouthy few. Another guy came up to me as I slotted backed into the group near the front 7-8 places to get some much needed relief. One of the guys pointed at my stem and complain that I have no computer and that I need to get one to better pace ourselves. The complain was that I was going too fast. I was in the same gear when we were going 30. my thinking was, I don't need no stinking computer. Do my turn up front until I can't anymore. At about 35-40 mile mark, the hilly section, I was spat out the back. Rode the last 10 miles with a couple of guys that were dropped. both my thighs were started to cramp. The coffee after made the suffering so much better. Going out with a smaller group and do it again tomorrow. I hope to recover by then. It is suppose to be a fun, recovery ride. No one goes over 20 but we will see. Someone always starts siht and crank the pace up. Too much fun
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