Guyincognito76
Senior Member
- Location
- Llandudno, North Wales
There's a nice hilly ride I like to do near me, and I use the ride there as a nice steady warm-up. Today I'm cycling there and I'm still in the built-up area near where I live, on my recently serviced road bike and dressed in my finest figure-hugging cycling regalia. A nice steady 22km/hr, loosening those legs up in a jolly style, when I hear a chipper, "Morning" from beside me. There is a pensioner, dressed in tweed and pressed slacks overtaking me on what looks like a Raleigh Twenty with a brick battery. I think it is at this point where I realised I had misinterpreted his cheeriness for smugness, but ultimately decided that sprinting past the L̶y̶c̶r̶a̶-̶l̶o̶u̶t̶ tweed-lout was both churlish and self-defeating. I may have to wear my helmet over my face now to hide my shame, like some kind of cycling Kendo Nagasaki as your layman doesn't understand mechanical doping.