I never thought I'd hear that but I did on saturday...
4 hours into a mind-numbing solo ride in that viscious headwind I was going up Box Hill when I spotted 2 decent looking riders up in the distance.
Despite the miserly pace which my Cycleops was insisting I stuck to I caught them up at the first hairpin. They were clearly doing short turns on the front into the wind and when they were aware that I was on the back one of them looked round and said "come on mate, do your turn"
"No problem" I said and went through to do my share but within 50 yards I'd droppped the pair of them which seemed odd cos they were a very tasty looking pair. I slowed up til they got back on and we got chatting
They were a pair of 1st cats from North of London training for the Paris-Roubaix sportive. Their interesting approach to preparing for this event was to ride through London to Box Hill and tear up it repeatedly 'til they got too knackered to do any more, then have a cup of tea at the top and ride home through London again.
"There's no real hills North of London" they explained "we ride around Hertfordshire but its rubbish, so we come down here, but we don't know our way round so we do reps on Box Hill."
Apparently I'd come upon them on rep number 12 which explains why they were so slow - they were knackered and about to call it a day at the cafe at the top - "we go as hard as we can first time up" they explained "then we do as many as we can trying to hold it at about 90%
One can only imagine what 12 times up Box Hill at 90% of max must feel like from a mental point of view as much as physical, so I suggested they might find it more interesting on some of the various routes which the club run uses along with the Surrey Hills and Hilly 50 courses. "You're lucky you live in Croydon if you got all that on your doorstep" they commented.
So there you go - we're lucky we live in Croydon