29 miles and some change. 1:21:35. Do the math and that’s 21.1 mph for an average.
I did that in the saddle of this:
That’s a 17 pound, lean, mean sprinting machine. Four years ago it was the most aero road bike on the market.
The entire ride was fun and just challenging enough. I was the lead out for the intermediate sprint, and brought them in at 28.8 mph. For the sprint to the finish, I took the whole ball of wax by jumping way too early and holding everyone else off. It just worked out that way. It was either get swallowed up or go. I went.
None of what I just wrote has anything to do with the title. My best time on that route is 1:19:40(ish). 22 mph.
See if you can pick out the thing that doesn’t belong in this photo*:
Dude, it’s a 26’er too. He had to hide a lot, of course, but he stuck with us for almost 30 miles on a frickin’ mountain bike, often in his last gear. A 21.1 mph average. On a mountain bike. Awesome.
It really is about the engine.
And knowing how to hide when you’re overmatched.
* Typically I won’t snap a photo close to the back of the group. I don’t recommend doing so as it’s unsafe. In this case, I took a chance with the odds, backed off the group a little bit and snapped the photo, quickly repocketing my phone. The total elapsed time to snap the photo was a little less than it takes to get a couple of swigs of water and replace the water bottle.