Most of the time, I find myself in a sort of paceline on our Sunday morning club rides. That’s because of the sheer number of riders out there. We’ll get anywhere from 15-30, and when we leave in a group, it’s quite a peloton. It’s not the classic double paceline, where the leaders pull off in different directions and then fall back to the rear. We’re a lot more disorganized than that.
The great thing about riding in a group like that is the drafting effect. You find yourself moving along at a good clip, but with very little effort. The peloton pulls you along.
However, I find this kind of riding to be both exhilarating and tiring at the same time. I’m grateful for the added speed, but I expend so much mental effort in the process that I’m worn out afterward.
I’m still not fast enough to hang with the paceline that occasionally forms on our “A” rides. I clearly remember one Sunday, when the “Bs” left early for some reason, but on our way back, met the “As” going in the opposite direction. They had one of the best-defined pacelines I’ve ever seen. They gobbled up the pavement. It was very impressive.
When I find myself drafting someone, or a group, my antennae go up immediately. I gauge my distance to the wheel in front, and work at maintaining a distance of no closer than a foot. I’m frankly more comfortable with about a three-foot gap to the guy in front of me. Then, I look past him to the rider ahead of him. If there are any complications, I figure that’s where they’ll happen. I suppose the thing that bugs me most about riding close is that I can’t see obstacles in the road ahead, and so am dependent upon other riders to point them out. Still, if I’m right on someone’s tail, I might have to react in an instant.
“Don’t draft unless you know the person you’re drafting, and are familiar with his riding style,” goes the advice about riding in pacelines. Good advice, I suppose. Problem is, I’m not familiar with anybody’s riding style — even club members I’ve been riding with for years. That’s because I might ride behind that person only once in a while. But how are you going to get better at it unless you practice? So that means you’re going to ride behind people you’re not familiar with — and hope for the best.
One of the cooler things to happen this past year was when the club headed south on its Sunday ride. We were on Old San Antonio Road — a two-lane blacktop with no shoulder. It’s a good cycling road that leads into the small town of Buda, and is very popular with all sorts of club rides. As usual, the A riders outdistanced me and the two other B riders who came along that day. We were on our own, until another club ride caught up to us. They were a little slower than our club A’s, but the momentum of their group pulled them past us. I hung on to the last rider in their group, who turned out to be their ride leader. He started offering impromptu coaching to me and one of the other B’s.
“Pull ahead of me, and get behind that guy,” he said, pointing to a rider several positions forward. I did, and that put me in the left row of the paceline. The leader hung back with my friend, who was having lots of trouble adjusting to the group. He patiently talked my friend into speeding up, finding a comfortable distance, and maintaining speed.
Meanwhile, I concentrated on keeping even with the rider next to me, while looking ahead for trouble. We flew into Buda, and at the corner Walgreens that marks the end of Old SA Road, they peeled off in a different direction than we were heading. I felt good — felt like I had really accomplished sticking with the paceline for a change.
But that, in my experience, is the exception. Most pacelines aren’t that organized, and the ones that are are too fast for me. I guess I’ll continue to look for opportunities to draft, but I know that most of the time, I’ll be feeling uneasy while I’m doing it.
I find that in a paceline, I miss the ride. It becomes an exercise in self preservation – keeping up, not crashing, being in the right place. I then miss all the sights and sounds that are a part of the ride. I prefer to ride solo, or in a group of no more than 3. That allows me to enjoy the ride vs it feeling like a task.
Bike Noob says
Yes, I had that experience this very day–on Old San Antonio Road again. This time I rode by myself. Good ride.
I agree with R. Whites sentiments. It amazes me how a professional riders can move together like a school of fish.
My experience is similar. Riding 5mph faster than normal for extended periods is quite a rush, but there is a price to be paid for that speed. You must be very focused at all times and your view is reduced to the butt of the rider in front of you (plus his brakes, gears, and rear wheel). There is a time and place for pacelines as well as solo rides and each offers their positives and negatives.
Sine Botchen says
I feel the same way even when I’m riding alone on the road. I want to get more road miles in (instead of simply looping around the Veloway ten times) but I’m not sure I could hang with the pack. Although it does seem like it’d be fun to try it for a couple of miles. I’d be up for a rural ride that involved shoulders such as far North Parmer, or some of the roads around Fredericksburg.
PS: +1 for using the word “glommed”.
Bike Noob says
Bicycle Sports Shop is hosting its annual New Year’s Day ride on North Parmer. You might want to check it out.