I tried to sleep in and it didn't work so well. So much for optimal rest.
So instead on the way home when I saw this guy up the road on a hill I drilled it and caught him. This of course set off the inevitable game of I-can-go-faster-than-you-and-not-look-like-I'm-working-very-hard. As we turned onto Interlaken he (on a geared bike) zoomed ahead. When we started climbing again I caught him pretty quick and passed him but this time he killed himself to hold my wheel. I was pretty maxed out on my town bike with tennis shoes and so once we got rolling on 19th where it's flatter he passed me again and this time he made it stick. Ouch.
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