glenn forger
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Nobody can keep up with me, ahem.
It happens to the best of us.On the London 100 (shortened to 86 thanks to the American hurricane) a very pleasant woman cyclist got on my back wheel and rode along with me for a while, probably happy that I was one of the few who had fitted protection to prevent her from getting a face full of spray. We alternated with our efforts for a few miles and enjoyed some great intercourse until I experienced a sudden deflation and she left me.
If you don't know each other, and your relative level of skill, the answer is "No time", for my money.Out of interest, what do you think is an acceptable distance to sit behind another cyclist for any length of time? It happens to me occasionally - I get behind someone and don't really want to go past but also don't want to draft them as I feel that's impolite. So, how far is OK?