I sat on the back of a race for five hours once. Totally outclassed. Just hanging onto wheels, not even able to raise my head to look ahead. In the rain too. Never knew i could suffer so much, for so long. Getting yelled at by a rider who had won loads of big races, including the Milk Race, and who i now know was juiced up on rocket fuel, so wasn't feeling the pain i was experiencing. But so rewarding, as I finished 29th in a race i should never have been allowed to start. It was a pro race, with just a few local amateurs.
It changed the way i thought about myself as a cyclist. I realised no bastard could ever drop me, if I really wanted to hang on ! from then on, i may have missed moves, but I was never, ever dropped.
But don't get silly and contest any bunch sprints !
I did that once, in an eighty rider race. Bloody terrifying !
I eat to nourish my compassion, not my greed
I'm the man they couldn't kill ! I cannot be destroyed with conventional weapons !
And probably the former fastest British Vegan 10, 25 and 50 mile TT rider. Probably.