Heart jumps, speedo jumps

To Lim Chu Kang, 68 km. I'm so sleepy eyed, my contact lens falls off five times before I get it right. I amble along Seletar Reservoir, trying to shake off thoughts about work. Five leggy white roadies tear past me. I rev up, overtaking one of them. I hang on grimly to tail the rest. My heart jumps as my speedometer jumps: 40, 47, 54 km/h. I keep up as a red light slows (but doesn't stop) them. They rest at Kranji, I press on after another white roadie in a Cycle Worx jersey on a Fondriest. He drops me finally. I detour to the end of Lim Chu Kang road, with its floating rubbish, then amble south when I see another group of roadies - locals. One of them says "hi". They go at a more humane pace: 31-33 km/h. I spoil it by overtaking them, then regret my rashness. Two of them up the ante, going at 38 km/h. A lorry stops in front. The lead cyclist stops, the one behind me yells: "Car ... WATCH OUT!". It looks safer to me than riding at East Coast, so I pass, tailing yet another group of roadies ahead. We part company. I cycle alone up along Mandai Road when another roadie blasts past on a red Santa Cruz. Here we go again. What a blast! Sure makes up for the Malaysia ride I miss this weekend. Today, besides carbo, I am "fuelled" by two charcoal tablets.