Rocket^ said:Given to me by my mother-in-law when she was still just girlfriends mom. Prior to my first visit, I had heard the numerous stories how she liked to rip the legs off young men on bicycle rides. She was a very good athelete in her day ( cross-country skiing, bicylcing, marathons etc) Upon hearing I was coming to visit, she insisted I bring my bicycle along.
During the ride I could tell she was testing me. Have you ever ridden with someone who just has to have at least half their bike in front of you? If you increase your speed to pull even, they pick up the tempo to pull back ahead. Well that was the case on this ride.
During the ride I told myself I wasn't going to attack a fifty something year old lady on a bike ride and I didn't. She attacked me on a one mile 7% - 9% climb. She went hard, and she went fast, and I sat dumbstruck. I think I even caught her looking back and sneering at me. I'm not sure but I might have seen a set of horns poking out of her helmet. All rational thoughts left my head and I pursued her attack. Once I caught her, I slowed momentarily to tell her would wait for her at the top. I then proceeded to ride away.
After that day, she has always referred to me as Rocket. I might not be fast, but at least I can trash good ole mom.
lol that's a cracking story you must be very proud