Ok - after getting a battering playing out-of-season rugby as part of a mate's stag last weekend, I decided to use yesterday's commute as a 'recovery' ride to get rid of the stiffness (i.e. leisurely, not pushing myself at all).
Towards the end, just before a long uphill drag, I overtook a couple on what appeared to be brand new his-and-hers cycle-to-work Boardman road bikes.
Anyways, from the look the bloke gave me (as if I'd threatened his masculinity by having the temerity to overtake him on HIS ride), I could tell he was one of these ultra-competitive types.
About 1/4 of the way up the hill as it swung to the right, I noticed that the bloke had left his Gf/Wife in his slipstream and decided to give chase (i.e. "It's only my Mrs that's holding me back, smartarse").
I'm not normally into this scalping lark (will quite happily accept the fact that a lot of riders are simply faster than me), but this is where a bit of mischief kicked in. I thought it quite amusing at this point to gradually increase my pace so that he always remained roughly the the same 20 metres behind.
Cue the sound of the bloke running through the gears like they were going out of fashion.
In fairness, given the look of absolute red-faced determination on his face I thought he could probably do with a bit of a boost, so I then gradually slowed down again ..... until he'd got to within 5 metres and then shot off.
I can only imagine the phrases that would have been going through his mind at that point.
Towards the end, just before a long uphill drag, I overtook a couple on what appeared to be brand new his-and-hers cycle-to-work Boardman road bikes.
Anyways, from the look the bloke gave me (as if I'd threatened his masculinity by having the temerity to overtake him on HIS ride), I could tell he was one of these ultra-competitive types.
About 1/4 of the way up the hill as it swung to the right, I noticed that the bloke had left his Gf/Wife in his slipstream and decided to give chase (i.e. "It's only my Mrs that's holding me back, smartarse").
I'm not normally into this scalping lark (will quite happily accept the fact that a lot of riders are simply faster than me), but this is where a bit of mischief kicked in. I thought it quite amusing at this point to gradually increase my pace so that he always remained roughly the the same 20 metres behind.
Cue the sound of the bloke running through the gears like they were going out of fashion.
In fairness, given the look of absolute red-faced determination on his face I thought he could probably do with a bit of a boost, so I then gradually slowed down again ..... until he'd got to within 5 metres and then shot off.
I can only imagine the phrases that would have been going through his mind at that point.
, good enough for the git in my opinion
