Attack and retreat

To Shenton Way, 60 km. I feel lousy and so is my performance. This is my second ride with the Night Ryders, and the second time I haven't completed a ride. The first time, my excuse was I have to wake up before dawn (true). Tonight, my excuse is, I've got a cold coming (also true). But that's never stopped me before. This ride, I surge forward, then fall back, again and again. After briefing TCW about our ride to Perlis, I break off with him towards home. He's unwell too, but still surges ahead of me, ahead even of the roadies. I strain to draft him. It's gonna be some ride with him for over 1,000 km next week. Let's see what holds up better: a steel steed (mine) or carbon (his). Given my advancing age, I figure it's time for titanium.